Friday, 24 April 2020

114/366 Photo of the day – tonight’s sunset with geese – 24 Apr 2020 ©WQuinn

I didn’t realize the impact the Nova Scotia shooting had on me, until I read an email from my Deputy Ministers to our Nova Scotia colleagues, offering their condolences and support on behalf of the department. A wave of sorrow and grief washed over me. And that’s when I realized, the melancholy I felt yesterday was related to the events that took place over the weekend in Nova Scotia.

Although I didn’t know any of the victims or their families, I know and love Nova Scotia. It is my home away from home. I lived there for a short time in 2010, made some beautiful friendships and fell in love with the spirit of the land and it’s people. It will be my retirement home one day.

I grieve for the victims, their families and friends and the innocence lost. There are many small towns around the province that don’t lock their doors, ever. Or they leave a key close by that everyone knows where it is. The friendliness, the way they open their doors to strangers, their love of life and family and the simpler things.

I love you Nova Scotia. I pray for you. I send you a big virtual hug and healing, loving energy to help you through this time.

Beautiful Nova Scotia in pictures:


Monday, 22 July 2019

Back to work today and I was glad to be working from home as I was sad. Every once in a while I’d be overcome with a wave of sadness and tears would flow. At one point I was walking outside and the tears started. I looked down and saw a dragon fly sitting on the step. I love dragon flies and knew it was my aunt offering comfort. I just cried harder.

I’ve come a long way when it comes to grieving. There was a time I would keep everything inside, bottled up. Now, I just let it out. Tears flow, laughter sometimes follows. Just got to go with the flow and honour my feelings and my aunt’s memory. She was very special and meant alot to me…means a lot to me!

I’m late getting my painting done as I was in a funk after work so mowed the lawn. All of it. Two and half hours later…lawn tractor put away, I pulled out my paints and got to work.

Earlier in the day, I had the idea of painting a white fence with flowers against it. This isn’t quite what I had in mind but it’s cute nonetheless.

Watercolour painting fence with sunflowers, daisies, black eyed Susan and roses
203/365 Painting of the day, 22 July 2019 ©️ WQuinn

I had my camera with me while driving the lawn tractor. I had seen a butterfly with unusual markings – I haven’t seen before – and went to get my camera. By the time I got back…it was gone. So, I kept my camera just in case. I got pics of the river, the apples which are almost ready, the clouds and this… God sure is good at this.

Sunset and clouds
203/365 Photo of the day, 22 July 2019 ©️ WQuinn

Another Angel Went Home Today

Friday, 19 July 2019 (12:10 pm)

Aunt Bobby was always special to me. She and Uncle Fern. I looked forward to our visits. We always had a good time. Especially the long weekends I spent at their cottage on Long Lake. Lots of laughs!

I will be forever grateful for her unwavering support when I came out of the spiritual closet and started doing angel readings. I was certain I would loose her and my other aunt but they both stood by my side. She would call and ask what she could do to help me on my journey, just name it and she’d do it.

I still remember calling her to pass on a message from my grandmother…her mother. Keep in mind we were a Catholic family. Psychics and mediums were off limits. My first medium reading was in a gallery setting in a hotel conference room in Ottawa by a local medium. Must have been 75-100 people and you weren’t guaranteed a reading. I was the second person to get a reading…my first ever.
My grandmother was one of several who came through. Her message was for Aunt Bobby…not me. The medium asked me to deliver the message… I worried the whole way home. The next day too! I finally got up the courage to call her and….she wasn’t home! I left a message.

When she called me back, I explained what I had done, that I started taking classes to communicate with angels, that I could see them, etc. Then I gave her Nanie’s message and waited. The silence was deafening. Then came a sigh and acknowledgement. She had been thinking about her all week, worrying if she had done enough for her. Getting the message helped her. Relief flooded through me!

From that moment on, she supported me on my spiritual journey. I am, and always will be, so grateful!

I’ve already received signs from her, which I’ll write about in another post.

So, farewell my sweet sweet dear dear aunt. I’ll see you in my dreams. Kiss my Dad for me. Enjoy your party and we’ll talk again soon.