An Eagle, Butterflies, a Dragonfly and Pink Skies. By Moobushera

 An Eagle, Butterflies, a Dragonfly and Pink Skies. As we drove to the burial grounds we spoke of old family bonds. Uncovering personal stories of love and connection between each side of our families. Reliving the memories and feeling the gratitude of childhood homes and connections of the heart. Amidst the banter was a heavy feeling that we were driving to Sana’s burial place. An unbelievable heavy truth that we all bore along the drive. As soon as we reached the green fields that held so many beloved souls in its comforting earthly embrace I spotted an Eagle. An eagle has always been my spirit guide. In my first experience with powerful meditations it had appeared and since then I always see it as a connection between this physical life and the divine. In the near distance was a cluster of orange and brown butterflies playing in their light graceful movements. I felt deeply peaceful. I had imagined many times what her resting place would look like. But the small mount of earth made with loose soil and glistening little pebbles still seemed surreal. We pulled out the old roses from their last visit. Idris tried to fix a spinning wheel that the wind had dismantled and Yasmin started to play the prayers. She spoke to Sana telling her that she had worn the dress she wore the first time she came home from the hospital after the liver transplant. I knelt by her fresh young grave and touched the soil with both my hands. In my grip of the earth I made an intention to connect with her higher self and spoke to her. I looked up at the wafting clouds and prayed to her to send us a sign that she was watching over Idris and Yasmin. I promised her that we would continue to. We put fresh flowers in pink and watered the soil with prayers for her peace as she was resting finally. We all spent time in our own thoughts as the background of Arabic versus tried to console us with meaning of His greatness and that to him we must return. I drifted off to thinking how unimportant and seemingly meaningless the things that worry us are. That we were all finally headed the same way we came from. I told myself to worry less and trust more. Just then a Dragonfly came and sat on a little pebble at her grave. This was so mystical and a sign from her that something amazing was coming my way in the home we were seeking. The switch words that I focus on every time I pray for a new house have Dragonfly magic in them. I thanked her and was reminded of the interconnection between us all. I will always hold you, Sana, as a guiding star with my other loved ones who have transitioned. Later that evening as Yasmin Ben and I walked home from the supermarket climbing a gentle slope on the pavement, I casually turned around to see the neighborhood. A pink colour painted all the clouds as the setting sun streaked the skies in its final glory for that day. It was the same pink of the flowers we placed at her grave. I got my sign from Sana.