Keep going Meg! I am so glad you stopped waiting. Poetry is clearly the portal in and out of your heart and it is Andrea's super power portal to divinity. It is the sustenance the world so needs right now and we need your words, your truths. We need your gorgeous love language and all that it includes. Keep diving back in. I am cheering you on - as are so many of us. Thank you for what you share. XO
It makes so much sense that Andrea would have said to you "You can find me by writing poems again." I remember listening to Andrea being interviewed by Tami Simon on Insights at the Edge (Sounds True). Andrea talked about their friend Ethel saying to them, "The art that you came here to make, you might make after you die." Andrea then explained, saying:
"I think of it now like I don't own anything. I don't want to occupy language. I don't think I can die and take anything with me, I don't think there's anything I've got in me that if I die, the world is going to struggle, it's just going to scatter like a seed and bloom in somebody else's typewriter, somebody else's paintbrush. And I think that's how energy works. ... Almost all art is made by the dead and we don't know it."
And then they talked about inheriting their grandmother's thimble collection, and how one day they put one of grandma's thimbles on each of their fingers and sat at the typewriter writing poems together. It made a huge impression on me when I first heard Andrea say all of this, and then your gorgeous post and that first poem you shared made me want to go and listen again to what they said.
I love the idea of cosmic Valentines, and I love that you've figured out that you can send them too, and they'll be received. Thank you for this. I'm glad you're writing poems again.
Meg your words mean so much, I feel closer to everyone I have ever lost when I read your work, it feels like you’re helping all of us with this messy thing called grief
I LOVE the basketball references After losing my twin sons and my mom two years apart I fell in love with Steph Curry and the Warriors. They brought me joy when I thought it impossible. I’m 74 and still watch bball and find joy. I loved watching Andrea shoot hoops in the movie. Joy again!
My wife, Michelle of 33 years died of ovarian cancer three years ago. She fought it for 13 years. We were so connected I started to see signs immediately. A brand new light fixture started blinking. I had it fixed and it started blinking again. Rainbows everywhere and the first three months. I felt her present so strongly in the bedroom where she died I knew she was there. I talked to her every day. The timing of your post it’s quite amazing. A wonderful man in my Grief group just sent a text to us about a professor of psychology James Penebaker who has done research on surviving trauma. He found that the people who recovered had found a way to put the experience into words. I’m incredibly dyslexic and words frighten me, but I’m gonna find a way even if I have to speak to them into a document. I’ve had a medium tell me things about Michelle and what she was saying that no one would know. You might appreciate this. Michelle said it took her a while to get her health back because she was sick for so long but now she’s 38, healthy and playing basketball.
Thank you so much for this. You and Andrea are life.
My dad communicated with me a lot in the months after he left his body. And with an incredible playlist, too! Eventually, the communication slowed down a lot. It felt like he left. But I remembered that the songs on the playlist were all about together forever, I'll never leave, I will always love you, we'll always be together. He said forever, which is forever.
I don't think they leave. I think they are just busy doing stuff. So they prep us with a lot of validation in the early days to carry us forward. But they are never far away.
I'm so glad you've received more communication and validation - and that you have realized you can participate, too.
My dad had to “wait” for his ashes to be interred at the cemetery. For 3 months we would have random signs happening around us. Once he was “settled” they decreased significantly but still have them every once in a while. 💞
I read "Your Bathwater > Wine" after finishing this and sat with it for a while. This is the frequency I want to operate on... in love, in writing, in how I walk through the world. Thank you for showing what that looks like.
Trying is romantic. It goes both ways. Your love. Their love. We all love for love, love. Thank you, Meg. Thank you, Andrea. Thank you the constellations. This is why we have eyes and ears and hearts. Thank you. ❤️
I'm so glad you found poetry for yourself again--we all win. You connect with Andrea, and you connect with us all by sharing these stories and these pieces. Everyone connects with their departed loved ones differently. My first wife was a poet, so I find her in poems, too. I find her in all kinds of unexpected places, saying hello at unexpected times, making me laugh and cry. That kind of deep love never dies. It just finds new places to flower, as we move through our new life. They may not hold physical presence on this earth anymore, but they never truly leave as long as we want to keep talking. So here's to talking. ❤️
This is so incredibly beautiful and powerful. The realization that you were expecting Andrea to show you the signs—as opposed to initiating communication with her—is profound. It's something that took me a long time to learn, even as a reluctant medium. Thank you for sharing your gifts and your heart with us. I recommend your documentary to everyone in my circle. <3
This really moved me, as did your poem that was/ is on your wall. I've always thought of us left here...as waiting for a sign. I've never thought of them also waiting to be spoken to. It's like the penny dropped.
"Come home.
I will call it the beach."
Why did those two lines shatter me? I'm holding my sobs back so hard I'm barely able to swallow right now.
Yes! Those two lines slayed me. I thought of the ways I am doing that now (not yet calling salt, "the beach")
This part also really moved me: "You trusted me to narrate the championship of your life"
Same.
I was just about to write your exact words. I'm undone.
That got me too. My partner also drives me nuts sometimes. This is a reminder to be thankful for it all.
Same 💔❤️🩹
Keep going Meg! I am so glad you stopped waiting. Poetry is clearly the portal in and out of your heart and it is Andrea's super power portal to divinity. It is the sustenance the world so needs right now and we need your words, your truths. We need your gorgeous love language and all that it includes. Keep diving back in. I am cheering you on - as are so many of us. Thank you for what you share. XO
It makes so much sense that Andrea would have said to you "You can find me by writing poems again." I remember listening to Andrea being interviewed by Tami Simon on Insights at the Edge (Sounds True). Andrea talked about their friend Ethel saying to them, "The art that you came here to make, you might make after you die." Andrea then explained, saying:
"I think of it now like I don't own anything. I don't want to occupy language. I don't think I can die and take anything with me, I don't think there's anything I've got in me that if I die, the world is going to struggle, it's just going to scatter like a seed and bloom in somebody else's typewriter, somebody else's paintbrush. And I think that's how energy works. ... Almost all art is made by the dead and we don't know it."
And then they talked about inheriting their grandmother's thimble collection, and how one day they put one of grandma's thimbles on each of their fingers and sat at the typewriter writing poems together. It made a huge impression on me when I first heard Andrea say all of this, and then your gorgeous post and that first poem you shared made me want to go and listen again to what they said.
I love the idea of cosmic Valentines, and I love that you've figured out that you can send them too, and they'll be received. Thank you for this. I'm glad you're writing poems again.
And here’s me crying
on a Tuesday morning
Loving two people I’ve never met
Who loved each other
Ruthlessly.
Time to pick my own poetry pen back up.
Meg your words mean so much, I feel closer to everyone I have ever lost when I read your work, it feels like you’re helping all of us with this messy thing called grief
Yes. What Edie said.
I LOVE the basketball references After losing my twin sons and my mom two years apart I fell in love with Steph Curry and the Warriors. They brought me joy when I thought it impossible. I’m 74 and still watch bball and find joy. I loved watching Andrea shoot hoops in the movie. Joy again!
I’m so sorry for all of your loss. That is terrible. Basketball is the best thing.
My wife, Michelle of 33 years died of ovarian cancer three years ago. She fought it for 13 years. We were so connected I started to see signs immediately. A brand new light fixture started blinking. I had it fixed and it started blinking again. Rainbows everywhere and the first three months. I felt her present so strongly in the bedroom where she died I knew she was there. I talked to her every day. The timing of your post it’s quite amazing. A wonderful man in my Grief group just sent a text to us about a professor of psychology James Penebaker who has done research on surviving trauma. He found that the people who recovered had found a way to put the experience into words. I’m incredibly dyslexic and words frighten me, but I’m gonna find a way even if I have to speak to them into a document. I’ve had a medium tell me things about Michelle and what she was saying that no one would know. You might appreciate this. Michelle said it took her a while to get her health back because she was sick for so long but now she’s 38, healthy and playing basketball.
Thank you so much for this. You and Andrea are life.
My dad communicated with me a lot in the months after he left his body. And with an incredible playlist, too! Eventually, the communication slowed down a lot. It felt like he left. But I remembered that the songs on the playlist were all about together forever, I'll never leave, I will always love you, we'll always be together. He said forever, which is forever.
I don't think they leave. I think they are just busy doing stuff. So they prep us with a lot of validation in the early days to carry us forward. But they are never far away.
I'm so glad you've received more communication and validation - and that you have realized you can participate, too.
You guys are just the best.
My dad had to “wait” for his ashes to be interred at the cemetery. For 3 months we would have random signs happening around us. Once he was “settled” they decreased significantly but still have them every once in a while. 💞
It seems common for more activity to happen at the beginning.
I read "Your Bathwater > Wine" after finishing this and sat with it for a while. This is the frequency I want to operate on... in love, in writing, in how I walk through the world. Thank you for showing what that looks like.
Trying is romantic. It goes both ways. Your love. Their love. We all love for love, love. Thank you, Meg. Thank you, Andrea. Thank you the constellations. This is why we have eyes and ears and hearts. Thank you. ❤️
Your poetry and writing is healing wounds and helping in ways I don’t know can be put in to words. Thank you x
I'm so glad you found poetry for yourself again--we all win. You connect with Andrea, and you connect with us all by sharing these stories and these pieces. Everyone connects with their departed loved ones differently. My first wife was a poet, so I find her in poems, too. I find her in all kinds of unexpected places, saying hello at unexpected times, making me laugh and cry. That kind of deep love never dies. It just finds new places to flower, as we move through our new life. They may not hold physical presence on this earth anymore, but they never truly leave as long as we want to keep talking. So here's to talking. ❤️
Oh the broken blender. My heart.
This juxtaposition:
“It’s all such a mess—
how immaculate
the house is now.”
Yes!!!!!!!
This is so incredibly beautiful and powerful. The realization that you were expecting Andrea to show you the signs—as opposed to initiating communication with her—is profound. It's something that took me a long time to learn, even as a reluctant medium. Thank you for sharing your gifts and your heart with us. I recommend your documentary to everyone in my circle. <3
This really moved me, as did your poem that was/ is on your wall. I've always thought of us left here...as waiting for a sign. I've never thought of them also waiting to be spoken to. It's like the penny dropped.
So simple. So profound