Peter, Paul and Mary’s “Puff the Magic Dragon” dependably brings tears to my eyes. When mom died the tears just rolled down my face; I felt Puff’s loss of Jackie Paper in my bones – “Without his lifelong friend Puff could not be brave.”
Today; still tears but different. Curious; not feeling loss so much as appreciating that this separation is me from myself; and it’s an illusion. After being surrounded by enchanted people for five days in the Colorado Rockies I feel closer to my Puff.
Magically, mom drops pennies across my path to remind me she’s always near. As Terri and I left an afternoon session with Martha and the Team, she silently bent down and picked up a penny and handed it to me. Staying open to all possibilities—happiness drops in my palm.
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“To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.” – William Blake
