My dad walked with me today in the dog park.  I called him forth from the other side.  He was standing so straight and tall and true.  The old arthritis curved spine and hesitant standing weak legged frame was gone.  His form was so slender and clear as a logepole pine in the forest.  His joy in his vertical body shot him up to the sky in freedom.  Not even as a kid do I remember him so happy in his existence.

Or shall I say, in the freedom from his bodily existence.  His message was clear: be straight and tall and true.  Stand free.

But he is on the other side, and I am achy from food that doesn’t serve me and a long night of intense tarot readings with young fashion donors to eradicate AIDS.  Each set of eyes longed for deep attention and craved answers.  Some would never trust, others dropped their shield with surprise when the cards told me to send an electric probe into their coral-covered heart and drag it out flopping onto the table.  Speechless, they would only nod when asked if the reading sounded familiar.

This is my bliss.  But I have not yet stepped over to that other side when I can channel this Divine energy openly, clearly, standing straight and true.  I breathe deeply and fully into the fresh scent of my father’s love.