✨What I still carry from her...

Some things only become possible after loss.

Waffles on the deck, a trip to the local garden center together for a special plant, a home-cooked meal that evening. These were the hallmarks of how we'd spend Mother's Day together. Nothing fancy, but oh so meaningful.

My mom had a way of keeping things simple but heartfelt.

As Mother's Day comes around again, I find myself returning to these traditions, even though it's been almost 19 years since she died. My kids live far away right now, but that gift certificate to the garden store means they honor our connection in their own way.

And I admit, I get a little ache in my heart as I set out. I know she's with me in spirit - and I still wish she were here in physical form.

My relationship with my mom since her death has evolved in the last few years as I've learned more about how souls continue to evolve on the other side. 

She was an incredible artist all her life, and that need to express herself meant she wasn't always present for me in the ways I wanted. See the photo from one of her watercolor sketchbooks up top- something I still treasure.

The shift in how my mom and I relate now is real evidence of this - and I want to share two experiences that changed things for me.

The first was a dream, about twelve years ago. I was going through a period of deep grief - my marriage was ending, and I was facing going it alone with two adolescent kids. (This was long before I had any idea I had mediumship capabilities.)

In the dream, I saw the red VW bus my parents had given me my senior year of college, and then the registration form.

The name in the new owner field? BELOVED.

That wasn't something she would have said out loud to me when she was in human form. It landed so deeply in my heart. And it remains there to this day.

The second was a visitation, a few years ago, not long after I realized I could connect with souls. I was grieving her loss - maybe around her birthday - and I asked her to be with me.

I felt chills up and down my back and arms, my signal that spirits are near, and then I heard love love love love love love love, over and over again. That was all she said. And I can hold that in my awareness at any moment.

Maybe you're spending this Sunday missing someone. A mom who's gone. A relationship that was complicated. A love that didn't get to be simple until it was too late.

What would it be like to have messages like these to hold in your heart?

If you're curious, let's talk. A 15-minute clarity call is a good place to start. (Book here)

In peace,

Johanna

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