A Visit from my Dad

I wanted to share with you an experience from yesterday. My Dad came for a visit. This may not sound special, but he’s been dead for 35 years, so I love it when he makes his presence known. Sometimes it’s through dreams, sometimes through a general sense of his support, and other times, like yesterday, it was a whole-body experience. I felt hugged and then saw his face in my inner eye. He pointed me towards a memory, one of my favourites, that I hadn’t thought of in a while. When I was first learning to ride my bike, he was teaching me by holding the back of the seat and getting me to pedal, and then would let go. I fell a lot. One Continue reading A Visit from my Dad