Call…and response

I just wanted to post an update to my last entry (Spring Hurdles) which, to me, only reinforces the concept that I was addressing in my earlier entry, "Receiving."

Let me set the scene: I wrote "Spring Hurdles" late last Thursday night, indeed, not actually completing and posting it until something like 1:30 a.m. Friday morning.

Imagine my surprise, then, on Saturday afternoon, when I randomly checked my email via my cell phone (something I very rarely do) and saw that I’d received an email from a dear friend of my son, with the words "Karl Called!" in the subject line. 

Yes, I’d been given an exquisite gift: knowledge that my son is alive. Affirmation that he is OK, that he is doing what he wants to do and experiencing what he needs to experience. Perhaps she was being kind; I don’t know for sure. But she made sure to tell him that he’s loved and missed and he responded (at least according to her) that he loves us as well.

It’s amazing to me that our lives have reached a point where the simple act of discovering that my son is alive and "OK" can make my heart swell and the day’s sunshine glow with even greater brilliance and warmth. But that’s my reality. And you know? I can barely express the the depth of my gratitude to the Universe, to Spirit, to Whatever or Whomever (including Karl, for "hearing" my call), for giving me this gift, for allaying my fear of having lost forever the chance to maybe, just maybe, see and hug my son and look into his brilliant, mischievous blue eyes one more time.

How cool is it that I received a response to my heart’s call so quickly? 

My thanks to all of you who felt my pain and sent your love and compassion to Karl, to me, and to the rest of my family…

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