The day after Easter was one of those days. It flowed. Everything turned out better than I planned and when I can quiet my INFJ monkey mind, anything can happen! I wanted traditional Easter ham. Mind you, I have never celebrated Easter but I just love that ham. It reminds me of numerous road trips to Virginia and one to Canada, places known for ham extraordinaire. Travel and food are dear to my heart and memories often include a combination of the two. My sister’s mother in-law bring this sweet spiral ham every Thanksgiving and I adore it. I am the kind of person who will decide ahead of time what I will order at a restaurant unless I see something better on the menu. So I arrived at Cracker Barrel ready to dig in. I ended up having ham with 2 order of carbs because cornbread stuffing was the daily vegetable. So I gorged on ham, biscuits, mashed potatoes, stuffing and apple dumpling for dessert. I promise you I did not have dinner that evening and I discovered that I truly require veggies at a meal. I will never order such a heavy meal like this anytime soon.
When I was finished eating, I browsed the gift shop. I was captivated by the variety of yummy foodstuffs, embroidered garments, and charming home collectibles. I just marveled at all the merchandise, wondering why I had not noticed most of these treasures before. Perhaps I am more receptive now. My visit to Cracker Barrel was filling in more ways than one!
Next on my agenda was a trip to Barnes and Noble. Unlike in previous posts, I did not run into anyone I knew. Unless you count Sylvia Browne, that is. I can sense the vibe of a bookstore within a few minutes. Sometimes it is crowded, frenetic, and the books are all wrong. Other times it is hit or miss and a good half hour will reveal some worthwhile reading on the shelves. Yet other times the covers beckon your name and find you. This was one of those times. First I discover the cover story of Time Magazine and am instantly enthralled. It features the importance of shadow in spirituality. Considering that darkness has been a popular topic lately on the blogosphere and elsewhere online, I was curious to dig into this article.I find a solitary chair by a window and sit down, taking in the words like steaming chicken broth on a cold wintertime’s afternoon. My mind was content and my soul was refreshed.
Then I head over to the Spirituality section and see the word Psychic. Lately the word Psychic jumps out at me on a regular basis ( this will be examined again in a future post). Turns out this particular book is Sylvia Browne’s autobiography and one of her few books I have not already seen. I returned back to the lone chair and settled in. I didn’t know she was close friends with the late great Jeanne Cooper of The Young and the Restless. Knowing they may be reunited in another realm made me smile. I became very absorbed in the book. I was so engaged with her tales of psychic development and how her gifts impacted her life. Time was flying but I had a movie to catch. I was a few minutes away from the theater. I was hankering to see Heaven Is For Real , based on a true story about the Burpo family. So I filed away this book for future reference and drove to my next destination…
I have done some reading on NDE’s and was curious how this material would play out on the large screen. I was struck by the performance by Connor Corum, the actor who played the main character, Colton Burpo. There was a positive aura around him; he seemed so buoyant and full of light. His energy is what made the case for the story’s authenticity. I do not know if he actually saw Jesus and the afterlife, but Connor Corum made me want to believe. What was very interesting was at both the start and end of the film we are shown the artwork of Akiane, a young girl who paints her visions of the afterlife. Akiane’s experience was followed a few years ago by CNN. The tie in between Akiane and the Burpo’s story gave me pause about what is revealed in patterns and synchronicity. While the film lacked awesome special effects or riveting dramatic scenes, it made me think and my heart opened.
An open heart gave way to a day of flow. The day of flow also encouraged my heart to open wider. From ham and stuffing to psychics and heaven, it was an extraordinary, yet ordinary day.
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