In 1958 at the age of 17, after “one time” (she insists) with her highschool sweetheart, Mom found herself pregnant with me. Dad, then 19, suggested they get married. Grandpa, bless his Scandinavian heart, assured his oldest daughter that she did not have to do so. She wanted to, though. She and Dad had already been talking about it and she thought it was inevitable anyway.

They had a traditional white-dress wedding at the country church down the road, five months before I was born. Once when they were talking about it with another local couple, I had vivid images of the occasion and said so. Their friend noted, sarcastic at my teenaged know-it-all-ness, “Oh, you were there, were you?”

~ an intuitive drawing of my energy at one time ~
~ each colour has meaning ~
~ see the spirit guide(s)? ~

I guess I was, literally speaking, and certainly my spirit could have been there and cognizant. Perhaps I was remembering a different wedding I attended as a tiny child, as a flower girl. Who knows -- maybe I really was present to observe my parents get hitched. Stranger things have happened. One of my sons, when still very small, asked me, “Remember when you were little and I was big?” Something told me that was his memory of another lifetime we’ve shared.