Have you ever "felt" the presence of a loved one who has died? I have. Lately, it's been my grandfather. God, love him. I hear his voice talking to me. I hear his laugh. Sometimes I smile when this happens. Other times, I cry. Whatever the emotion I feel, the experience is like receiving an extra birthday present, because if I were to move quickly through life's moments, I wouldn't even notice that he "stopped by" for a visit.
My grandfather didn't believe in energy or intuition. He was out working on the farm, providing for his family. He would often laugh at some of the stories I'd tell him as I "found my way" through life. There was no time to sit and think in his "book of a self-taught education." My gramp was one of the most well read individuals I have ever encountered. His life was about doing, whether it was pushing a plow or reading a book.
After he died, my father shared my grandfather's "business card." On this yellow piece of paper were the typewritten words: "farmer", "builder", "mechanic", "family man" and "mechanic". They all remind me of what many of us do in the present day; we set goals and vision what we'd like more of in our lives. We stake our claim on the earth. Yes, that's just what this man did; he staked his claim.
Perhaps this grandfather of mine was ahead of his time. He didn't need to read a self-help book explaining how to live one's life. He just did it, and while doing so, my grandpa arranged words to be printed on a piece of paper. This paper really captured who he was, and all that knew him would have to agree that he was all that.
Go make your "business card." Go stake your claim on this earth.
Blessings,
Lisa
