There I am, squeezed in at the corner for a small square lunch table, eating my home-made lunch with four elderly ladies in the Cloisters Nursing home.   One of the ladies being a Hospice Patient I have been visiting for months now.  There I am, in the middle of saying something, and the woman to the left of me (the most talkative one and the oldest woman), leans in, cuts me off, and says, “Did you say Phyllis?”.  To which I kindly replied “No, I was saying I have chicken and mashed carrots for lunch too”.  She said, “Oh, because Phyllis is my daughters name” and in my mind I said, “Hi Grandma”, as Phyllis is my grandmothers name.  Then she goes on and on and finally comes around to, “oh and my sons name is Steven”.    “Woah, I thought, that’s my Dad’s name and his mother (my grandmother’s) name was Phyllis.”  What are the odds! What a beautiful coincidence!

I was going to let the whole thing be just my experience but as I got back to work, I sat down and had to text my Dad:

Me: Dad.. I went to visit my hospice patient to have lunch with her today… And one of them said her daughters name is Phyllis, her sons name is Steven! What are the odds?
Dad: Is her name Anne? (Phyllis’s mother was Anne) Thats totally amazing. Synchronicity
Me: The woman I see, her name is Ann!! I know. Crazy Awesomeness
….three hours later…
Him: AND today is the day Grandma passed away
Me: Wooooooah!!! ahhhh. beautiful
Him: Freaky

Soooooo many beautiful things to take from that.  I love that my Dad and I can have a conversation that includes the word synchronicity, which is one of my favorite words and experiences.  To have my father involved in this type of conversation now feels like our relationship has moved beyond ‘Father/Daughter’ to two human beings sharing the magical aspects of this mysterious, malleable, life.  I felt I was a cooperative component to give the message to my Dad that his mom, Phyllis, is sending him and I so much love.  Never before,  have I gone to see my Hospice Patients during lunch time, but yesterday on the day when Phyllis left this physical plane, I felt inclined. And pop; her name appeared.  Synchronicity. Indeed ❤

I feel so much closer to both of my Grandmother’s and my first Hospice Patient since they have passed away.  We are always connected, I know just by thinking of them, they are hear with me, helping me, guiding me, loving me… Phyllis showed up in conversation because she was there with me.  Love you Grandma!

And finally something that feels so strange to admit: I enjoy being in a nursing home…There is something so rich in the environment.  The pace is so slow.  There is nothing expected of any of the people.  So I feel I can relax there.  The conversations sometimes make no sense. Many of the people are in their own worlds, seeing and hearing their own creations… and the most obvious: they are all on the brink of death and, on some level, aware of that.  Because of this, I feel that Spirit dwells in the nursing home.  Spirit is there with all of them and all of them generate a larger Spirit that ushers them back to their home in the non-physical.  When I visit, psychic pops, like Phyllis&Steven, seem to happen often.  I leave smiling, I leave full, I leave in appreciation for my beautiful human body that is allowing me to have this extraordinary human experience.   As I was driving home, I put the driver side window down, stuck my arm out of the car, and focused on the feeling of the air flowing all over my skin and reveled in how it felt.  Mmmmhmmm….Magical Universe ❤