It started with an order from my beloved niece to a woman in England who hand makes journals and sells them on line. I will quote Teresa, the purchaser:
"It was something I purchased for myself, a treat to encourage self care, a budding renewal of my art, watercolor painting. I found it online through that amazing phenomenon of following links, people, artists.
When I saw the hand bound and handmade watercolor paper journal with two birds wrapped with a length of leather, I loved it, it was perfect. And having always loved birds, it seemed just right. A special self care treat. So happily I purchased this one of a kind journal.
When it finally arrived from England, I opened it with great anticipation, the treasure I'd picked out for myself. Wrapped in a stunning box, with lavender sprigs and in a muslin bag with a hand drawn card, I reverently took it out. And then I heard it.. the voice...
'That's not for you, you know.' Trying to ignore what I had a creeping feeling was going to be another familiar message from "beyond", I tried to dismiss the thought, of course it was for me! I bought it myself "
But.... I knew who it was for before I heard:' that's for TT bird.'
The familiar voice and message was not for me but came through me and I tried hard to send it away.! I tried! But every time I looked at it, I knew. It's for TT bird."
John had always called me TT bird (sweetie bird) and I had no idea what "the two will become one" meant until he left us. All the decisions made by two, all the hard times borne by two. And then there is just one. The one legged ladder about to fall over. But I know this: the two as one goes on , it does not ever end : the caring, the helps, it is all there in a different way and I for one fall to my knees in gratitude.
