I’m trying desperately to avoid the knocking.
At first I thought it was the sound of one of “my” hummers knocking on the bedroom window. All summer I’d watched the hummingbirds sprint around our feeder hanging just outside the window, their long thin pointy tongues drawing sweet water out of the teeny tiny hole meant to mimic the center of a flower.
But it’s now December, the hummers have sensibly flown to warmer climes, and I’m here staring out at the window, listening to the knock on glass. But nothing is across from me on the other side of the window but falling snow. Sighing, I cross the room to my antique dresser, the one that belonged to my great-grandmother, who died years before I was born. I stand before the large oval mirror joined at the top of the dresser and framed with mahogany. Yes, there she is. Great-Grandmamma, tapping her fingernail on the other side of the speckled mirror, waiting impatiently.
Grandmama, or just “Grand,” which is what she likes me to call her, first introduced herself to me when I was 12 and my parents replaced my child’s furniture with Great-Grandmama’s bedroom set, which had been in storage for decades. Somehow mom knew that I was connected to her grandmother in ways no one else in the family understood. I didn’t either until the day I’d raced home from a field hockey match, all sweaty and teary-eyed because my team had lost, and I heard a thin high-pitched voice exclaim, “Get over it, save your tears for things that matter.”
I’d stopped and stared, open-mouthed, at the heart-shaped, ancestral face, hair bunned into perfection , talking to me from the mirror.
Yes, the mirror.
Her introductions were brief, the explanation for her visit briefer. “I’m your Great-Grandmama and spiritual guide. Don’t thank me now, but we’re soul-connected, and I’m here for you whenever you need me.”
She was right about that, yet wrong in some ways. She arrived lots of times but she rarely gave me what I needed.
“Stop thinking so much,” she demanded. “The answers will come at their own time.” Her eyes, as sharp as pencil points, glared into mine.
“But I don’t know…” I began
“Of course you don’t,” Grand interrupted. “You’re not supposed to see into the future.” She paused as if wondering whether to continue with a secret. “But, you’re one of the lucky ones. You have me…”
I tilted my head closer to the mirror. “So can you tell me what I should do?”
“Pssssh,” Granny responded. She was good at pshaws. “Of course I could tell you. But I won’t.”
And then with a thin smile, she disappeared, and only my own flushed confused face, faced me.
I like this a lot, Pam. I used to imagine my grandfather sitting in a big chair in the corner of the room. He was a most beloved ghost, so nothing scary about him. Love this story about Grand. She was sensible.
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As I read comments here, I find out that many of us “feel” our Grands’ presence nearby. Isn’t that marvelous? Your grandfather sounds like a large loving presence in your life. ❤
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He really was.
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I love this, Pam. I have wonderful memories of my grandmother too and I have been toying with writing a book about them.
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Well, if this post and my Grand urge you to write that book, I (and Grand) have done our job – inspire creativity and loving memoires of those who led a path for us to follow.
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A grand story with homespun wisdom
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I think we all can use more homespun wisdom these days. Grand is showing up more often, probably for that reason! 🙂
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Granny spirit guides are the best! They reveal a lot!
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Aren’t we the lucky ones, willing to listen to (and therefore hear) our guides?
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Oh, I love this. And the snow and bit of ghostliness, makes it a perfect seasonal tale. I can truly imagine your grandmother visiting you through the mirror.
Both of my grandmothers died when I was very young. My older daughter though feels a spiritual connection to them.
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Fascinating, Merril. Just as is shown in my story – sometimes grandmothers (or great-grandmothers) are more able to “reach” their grandchildren than the generation right after them. This may sound weird (but you’re good with that), but I leave trails of thoughts/ideas/suggestions in my young granddaughter’s mind now, hoping that when I’m gone, she’ll still hear them….
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Nope, not weird at all -to me! 😏 I think many do it, but perhaps not consciously.
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❤
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Your story brought tears to my eyes as I recalled my special relationship with my only grandmother. I often feel her presence, praticularly when I read her Bible. It belonged to her husband, my grandfather. He was holding this Bible in his hands when he suffered a fatal heart attack while ministering to his congregation. I loved your story! xo
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What a story you tell me here, Jill, of Biblical proportion. I think our grands’ energy stays around, whether in an object like a book or a dresser, or just swirling through us. Comforting and helpful many times. <3.
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What a great story, Pam. Loved it and enjoyed the humour of great-grandmamma not providing the desired answers!
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The women in my family are known to be a bit obstinate with forceful personalities. Not that I would know anything about THAT. 🙂 I guess I’ll never stop looking for the answers, though. ❤
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I too love this story. We can learn so much from our ancestors. I often feel my grandmother talking to me. I only hope I can offer guidance to my grand and great-grandchildren. Even if I´m not physically with them.
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I have that same hope, Darlene. Thus, I make sure to teach the grand ones that are nearby the proper way to make chocolate chip cookies and how to hang a Christmas ornament just right. My three grandsons who live on the other coast – I’ve been known to send them greeting paper and stamps so they learn how to use them (oh, and with envelopes with my address on them). 🙂
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Pam, this was such a wonderful story. I could see that antique furniture and the mirror in my mind’s eye, but strangely, the image of Grand was replaced by that of my own great-grandmother, Grandma Jones, who passed away when I was seven years old (my elder daughter was born on her birthday). How amazing to think that our ancestors guide us—in their own ways—and speak to us even many years after they’re physically gone.
Thanks for a beautiful start to my Friday.
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Well, that’s a miracle and something special right there, that your oldest daughter was born on your Grandma Jones’ birthday. My friend, that was no coincidence! Every once in a while, check the “inside” of your dresser mirror. ;-0 🙂
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It’s so funny that I’m reading this right now…I literally JUST wrote the words “I don’t believe in coincidences” in my WIP. Another non-coincidence??
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Whoa. We are connected, my friend ❣️
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Stop thinking so much, the answers will come at their right time. Thanks, Grand, for teaching all of US now too! ❤
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Wisdom can come from strange sources and in simple sentences. May we all learn to listen! ❤
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Super story, Pamela. It does evoke memories of those we loved.
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A mirror can reflect many tales and memories and…more. Thanks John.
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Yes, it is true.
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Love this, Pam 🧡
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Thanks for stopping by, always, and reading my escapist (?) reality (?) short stores, Barbara.
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You’re so welcome, Pam!
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Pam, you have a gift for drawing the reader in from the very first and even as you answer what the knock isn’t you leave us desperately wanting to know more. Oh, you paint such a powerful image of your grand ma I’m sure I can see her, hear her … a wonderful character and very much her own person. Is it something about grandmother’s that make them seem invincible, always there for us but not mother-coddling. As with so many comments here your post recalls to me my Mormor (mother’s mother) and how one winter I fell into the low tide of the sea, through the frost! Expecting lots of sympathy and exclamations when I’d walked back to the house she almost smiled and asked why was I just standing there in my wet clothes and best get them off! Of course, then followed hot chocolate and home made cake … the world was put all to rights again!😀
How lovely that you have the hummingbirds in the summer and such thick snowfall in winter – it looks idyllic and thank you for sharing through the video – don’t reckon you want the rain pics from my study?!😀 Wishing you a peaceful weekend. hugs xx ❤️
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I have huge respect and yes, love, for your Mormor. I think your Grandmother was the kind of grand-woman I aspire to be. The kind that “puts the world all to right again.” Hot chocolate and homemade cake are the #1 best ways to do so.
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Loved this story, and her wise words. It looks similar out my window today, snow falling lightly, mountains draped in cloud.
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Sounds like a beautiful scene in your neighborhood, Ruth. To stardust and snowflakes. ❄️
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A magical tale that had me leaning closer to your mirror for a look of my own. initially I though some wee hummingbird had the calendar completely upside down. Much better to know of the mystical tapping of spiritual connection.
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“Musical tapping of spiritual connection”- how beautifully written! Never stop listening for the knocking at your windows and your mirrors, Sue! ✊ 👀🙃
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I envy you your ‘soul arbiter’ – there are absolute reasons for my having one! At this point, perhaps, the ‘Spirit World’ sees me as ‘throw-away flesh’ – but, I hope not….
Wishing you, ‘Warrior Princess’, and yours a very MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR! 🙂
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Oh no- The spirit world harkens at your own strong Spirit-self, Billy Ray. You do know that! We Warriors are strong enough to see the faces in the mirror… 🙃🤓 xo
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Pam, I love your mirror metaphor. Mirrors both reflect and distort. I believe the mirror in your story could do either, depending on the viewer.
Mirrors in Grandma Longenecker’s bedroom had some waviness, enough to make them look ancient and a little ghostly. I like jow the Grandmother in your story divulged just enough wisdom to fit you at any age, even now, imparting a spiritual connection.
By the way, I “saw” the snowflake video as sound, ever so gentle and comforting. Thank you for ALL of this, a multi-sensory encounter that touched a deep chord somewhere inside. 🙂
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The waviness really helps when we use our imagination to see who is talking to us from the other side of the mirror. Many times the advice we give ourselves comes from those who came before us. In some ways, as you know, they are still there, definitely within us.
Thanks for enjoying my video of the “snow sugar” that fell outside my writing space last week. It may be beautiful but I also imagine myself listening to the palm trees that you must have nearby your own home, swaying with a beautiful sound. 🌴 ❄️
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I love your stories. Merry Christmas, Miss Pam.
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What a marvelous comment! Thank you Lori. And never give up listening for the knocking on your mirror! 😄
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Your “magical realism” evoked many emotions Pam. Such a blessing to see changing seasons from the window you choose and then create a lovely story that exudes wisdom! I love how you’ve blended both! Beautifully creative.
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Last week we had what is called “sugar snow” – big fast flakes that make it look like you are in a winter wonderland. Glad I could share it with you all here. Snow is cold and challenging for outside activities, but when we include a touch of wonder it does become beautiful. Just like the face knocking on my mirror. 🥰 THANK you, Balroop.
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Lovely winter story to wake up to!!!
Thx as always for your vivid imagination
that keeps us all waiting for another tale!
Have a beautiful Pre-Christmasy day,
dear friend! 🎄⛄️❤️🎄⛄️💚🎄⛄️
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Without imagination life could be quite dull. Excuse me while I go back and talk to my great-Grand at the mirror. She knows all about you by the way. 😄👀😘
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Oh, I love this, Pam. A fairy godmother tale with a bit of an attitude. Lol. And she seems like she was perfect for you – keepin’ it real. Lol. Enjoy the snow and the warmth of your connection to those who still are in your life, one way or another. Have a wonderful weekend and stay safe, my friend.
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ALL connections physical and ethereal keep us attuned to this strange journey called “life on Earth.” The older I get the more speculative fiction I write. I blame you! 🤓😆
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I’ve noticed that MOST of your blog posts include some element of “speculation” – something that extends beyond our tangible/provable life. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve been open to the mystery. ❤
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I love the magical aspect of this. Always looking for a little magic.
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Life is one-dimensional without magic! 💙🙏
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Love your story! And, that is how it’s supposed to be. The girl is on the journey, not her grandmother. But how comforting to know she’s around.
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Wise Grand but still… not even a hint?! 🙄🧐😁
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Love Grand and the snow… Lovely post, Pam!
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Thanks Bette. Do you think you will have a white Christmas up there in Maine? We still have snow on the ground here but it will be a warm rainy weekend so probably will vanish until our next snowstorm next week!
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Sounds like a mix up here next week… Still have quite a bit of snow (actually frozen mix) on the ground and wishing for lots of soft fluffy stuff. Probably a toss up! 🎄 Christmas blessings to all! xo
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I love it, Pam. I think this is the way your grandmother or great-grandmother wanted you to write about your relationship with them and their meaning in your life. It’s amazing of how furniture could make the connection of the present into the past in spirit. I only remember more of my paternal grandmother and only saw my maternal grandmother once. I was born late in my mother’s age so my grandparents were gone when I was young.
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Whether or not we got to know the women of our past, I feel that they are always still part of us, so I love your idea that they helped me write this piece. My grandmother was five when I died so I only have fuzzy memories and I never met my great-grandmother, but I heard enough stories about both of them that I do feel their spirits nearby. 🙏
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I LOVE this, Pam. I don’t have my grandmother’s dresser and mirror…but I do have her beloved China Cabinet filled with her collections. I think I will just go hang out over there for awhile. 😀
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Great idea, Donna! I also have my great grandmother’s and my grandmother’s China and Crystal and even though it’s too elegant I still use it for special family times because it draws us generations all together.
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How lucky you are, Pam, to have your great-grandmother’s mirror and dresser. A gift from your past and a guide to your future. So beautiful. ❤
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A lot of people in their 20s and 30s have no use for antiques and ancestral furniture but I think they’re missing a lot. Older furniture can talk in many ways! ❤️
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Beautiful written with strong imagery. It didn’t invoke neither of my grandmothers, but I can see how it does for others. Enjoy your weekend.
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Thanks Frank. I wonder if women – when young girls -are closer to their grandmothers than boys? However, I spend a lot of time with my young grandsons and at least they will never forget my cookies! 😄
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That a way!!!!! …. and that’s a good question
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PS … Because you are up early, I have a collaborator this morning with images of sunrise for the beach walk.
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Using my imagination to see that sunrise as it is very foggy and chilly outside my window 🥶
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If only we could connect with the loved ones that have gone on!!! I have never had anything like this happen to me. I often wish that I could hear my mother’s voice! She always knew what to say to calm me or give me guidance.
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Through silence, we sometimes can hear those voices that truly never left us. 🙏❤️
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What a grand tale, Pam! Some antiques can tell stories . . . literally.
And thanks for the snowfall ~ 6 seconds is perfect for my Floridated self.
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Haha. And I could take 6 (winter)?months of your FL palm swaying. 🌴🙃❄️🎄
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Smart Thinking!
It’s been running about 10 degrees below average for the past 2 weeks, but today = GORGEOUS! It’s 73 degrees with a hint of sun to warm winter weary bones.
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As my teeth chatter and my freezing fingers type back to you – I wonder if you are friend or foe. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Friend ~> move in the direction of your dreams. 😀
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I would love that. I have a mirror like yours. Maybe I need to test it out…
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No chanting required even, Jacqui. Just some quiet space to listen for the knocking… Hugs. ❤
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And although you think it isn’t what you need, it most likely is! Unfortunately I hardly remember my grandparents, so no wisdom there, though I do still recall my grandmother’s bedroom in great detail, with her dark wooden wardrobes and her dressing table with its three winged mirror…
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How I wish you had that three-winged mirror/dresser in your own home now, Andrea. Ah, the things that could come knocking to you!
I didn’t know my grandmother (on my mom’s side) long, since she died when I was 5, but I’m told I’m most like her. And every once in a while I feel her presence. It’s quite comforting. ❤
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I loved this, and I think there is a lot of truth in this story…..
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I think there is a lot of truth in this story also, Ann. Stories come from deep within us, and many times we get help from those before us….
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What a lovely story! I think we could all use the wisdom of an older person every once in a while, even at my advanced age 🙂
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No matter my “mature” age, I still feel quite young and even clueless at times. I’m ready and willing for an “elder” of any generation to help me out! 🙂
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What I wouldn’t give to hear my “grands” voice:)
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That’s so sweet, Denise. And so so so true. I submit that if we cocoon ourselves in enough silence, and inhale/ exhales, eyes closed, our Grand’s voice may whisper in our ear. ❤
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Yes, we just need to listen for that message:) xo
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I loved this story Pam and your special connection. ❤
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Thank you, Debby. To listening for the knocking… just in case. ❤
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🙂 ❤
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Oh, this was a lovely read! I loved it! You have such a way with words, and you really draw us in. Just wonderful…the tapping, the mirror, the whole thing. There is much in life that cannot be explained; nor, does everything need an explanation.
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THANK you, Linda. Yes, I think sometimes we want to make sense of, and explain, the unexplainable. Sometimes, we should just enjoy the “otherness” of Life. xo
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Hi. This would have made a good episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents. Or of the original Twilight Zone. (I’m dating myself)
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Well I think it’s time that a new twilight zone began, don’t you? Doo dooo DOO dooo (theme song..) 🤗
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So, I do need to know whether any of this is based on real life…
I had a great connection with my oma (grandma) and hoped to somehow feel her presence once she passed away. She and I even talked about this before her mind became absent, but I don’t see or feel any signs. I do have her close to my heart, literally and figuratively, especially when I wear my necklace with some of her ashes. Yet, I don’t feel her guidance. Yet?
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If hearing the distant voices of our grandmothers and grandfathers and savoring the advice and love they surrounded us with is considered real life, then yes, this story is non-fiction, Liesbet. 🙂 I believe that our loved ones, gone from this Earthly form, listen to us, and lead us on the right path in subtle ways. I have no doubt your Oma does. ❤
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Wow, about the antique dresser, Pam! Beautiful! I am holding my breath and goosebumps reading this story. The term “soul-connected” is new to me. Fiction or non-fiction or morphed together? I see my grandmother’s eyes staring back at me in the mirror. Pictures from long ago show how I inherited her eyes. I love the comments on the homespun wisdom. You have transported me again, Pam, as you always do.❤️
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Excellent Pam, and I like to think it strikes true. I never knew my great-grandparents.
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Obviously, I’m playing catch-up on my reading . . . I set your posts aside until I have time to give them full attention. It was well worth the wait. A beautiful story.
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It’s a joy to find you here at ANY TIME! 🙂 Thank you Arlene. Subtle knocking at our mirror is a sign of loving spirits, in my mind… ❤
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Excellent piece!
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Hi – I am back again to check in and this gave me chills after I slowly read it today.
So well done and of course wise gram is going to not tell what to do – but the support system and connection was powerful
And my nephew passed away in 2017 and twice I have felt his connection – not in a mirror but it was very cool !
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I’m delighted that you read my “Grand” story. In odd and wonderful ways, I had no idea where the story…and the knocking…came from, but I think my own “Gran,” Nanny, led me to the power of our loved ones’ presence. Blessings to your nephew…and to you.
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And blessings to you –
Oh and one more quick story – when I went to Florida for my aunt’s funeral – I painted a small birdhouse on the waterfront and took a selfie and I could sorta see her face in my face- other people saw it too – like her nose was there – she was a nose picker and so she had wider hokes (lmao) and seriously – it didn’t even look like me – hahaha – but later I thought it was kind of cool – because genetic relations are special – glad we can pick friends and have other close relations – but sometimes the bloodline has this vibe to it
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Lucky you to have a magic mirror and your great- grand in it to visit with. I would love to talk to my grandmother again. So much I would ask her now that I had no interest in knowing when younger. I wonder if that is why the expression “knowledge is wasted on the young” means. Say hi from me to your Grand the next time she visits…enjoy your mirror for what it offers now and what it gives from before.
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Youth is definitely wasted on the young. Oh how I wish I knew then what I know now. That is why having a grandmother knocking on the mirror giving advice is so helpful! I’m wondering if,after I’ve passed, I’ll be able to come back and help out my granddaughter or great granddaughter! 🤔🙏
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Knowing you, I bet you will come back…LOL
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Perhaps I better warn my granddaughter! 😚
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And???
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And the rest is up to the reader’s imagination. FYI – keep looking in your mirror. You may see more than you bargain for! 🙂
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