Those who met my mother will agree she was anything but conventional. One afternoon a few months before she passed, we were reminiscing about a funny incident the happened on our last visit to Sea World. As we approached an aviary housing some kind of stork, my mother joyfully exclaimed, “Hello, baby. Here comes mama!” The bird promptly turned around, released something from under its tail feathers, and walked away. Oh, how we laughed! I didn’t miss this opportunity to point out that she sure had a way with animals. 

A little later that afternoon, our conversation turned to the topic of life after death. I asked if she would be communicating with me from the other side when she left her body. She thought about it for a moment, and then, with her signature eye twinkle, she told me I would know she was thinking about me every time a bird pooped on my car. That was my mother. No beautiful signs like seeing butterflies or cardinals, smelling roses, finding pennies, or hearing a favorite song. No. Bird poop on the car was her preferred means of communication. I’ll never forget August 28, 2011, her first birthday after she passed. I made the mistake of parking my car under a tree in Miami while I went for my beach walk. When I returned, my car was covered in bird droppings. And not just in a few places…everywhere! I had a good laugh before heading directly to the car wash. Happy Birthday, Mom! 

Eight years have passed since then, but I still think of her every time I am “blessed” by a bird. This year I warned my partner not to park under a tree on the eve of her birthday. Although he never met her, I’m sure my mom would be happy to “bless” his car just the same. I remember joking with her as I looked up to the heavens that evening. “It’s not too late to pick another sign, mom!” 

The next day happened to be the day before our departure to Montana for a week-long adventure at the Big Sky Retreat. As you can imagine, there was much to do. I remembered it was my mother’s birthday in the morning, but soon forgot as my day filled with preparations. How silly of me to think my mother would allow her birthday to get lost in the shuffle. That afternoon a major thunderstorm passed through Houston. The rain came down in sheets as the wind toppled over plants on our balcony. Thunderclaps shook the windows as lightning bolts crackled across the sky in rapid succession.

My mother loved thunderstorms. When I was a kid she would open the garage door, set up lawn chairs just out of reach of the rain, and we would watch Mother Nature do her thing as the storm passed through our neighborhood. That ritual taught me not to be afraid of thunderstorms and also created many happy memories with her. Even though I hadn’t finished packing and there were several things left on my “to do” list, I sat down next to our sliding glass doors with a smile on my face and my hand over my heart to watch the storm with my mother. I could feel her loving presence all around me. 

It was close to sunset when the storm finally passed. As the golden glow of the sun began to illuminate the clouds, something quite miraculous happened. I noticed a faint rainbow starting to emerge in the sky directly in front of me. Little by little its colors became brighter and more vivid. I snapped a few pictures with my phone, but as is often the case, the photos did not capture its true beauty. The rainbow only lasted a few minutes, but it sure felt like my mother had heard my request and delivered a beautiful new message on her birthday.

Are you ready for a miracle? It would be my great honor to assist you in seeing your current challenges differently. Whether you’re having trouble breaking free from repeating patterns in relationships, health, finances, or your career, Family Constellations, Life Coaching, or a combination of the two can help. Please take a look around my website or send me an email for more information or to schedule a session or series of sessions. I look forward to creating miracles with you!

Until next time, may your messages bring you great joy while not requiring a trip to the car wash. 

Communication is not limited to the small range of channels the world recognizes. 

A Course in Miracles – M:25.2.2

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