--

I had a similar experience with my father about a year ago, although he's been gone for 40 years. I didn't feel a kiss but a rush of wings INSIDE my car while driving...and I instantly thought, "It's dad."

Another time, I was meditating and suddenly smelled the scent of the cigars he smoked

--

--

Jenine Bsharah Baines
Jenine Bsharah Baines

Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines

J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself

Responses (1)