A wink from a Rainbow: Honoring Kristen’s Spirit
This weekend, we hosted my dear friend Kristen’s celebration of life. It was such an honor to hold space for all the people who came together in her honor. I’m still processing all the love and magic that wove its way into our weekend, and I’ll be sharing more about it soon.
For today, I’d like to share about a beautiful wink we received from Kris.
On Saturday (also my momma’s birthday, she passed nine years ago), at the very end of the main event as we were cleaning up the big porch, I heard someone say,
“Look up in the sky, it’s a rainbow, it’s Kris.”
There were gasps and coos, smiles and tears, pointing fingers and massive validation of her presence. She was there. We all felt her. In the bright rays of sun that shone through the big maple tree dressed in autumn orange, shading the house, she was there. She was in every heart that came to celebrate her life. She was in the smiles and sparks in her children’s eyes. She was in the crystals some of us had stuffed in pockets and bras. She was in the breeze that moved around us all. She was in the leaves pelting her mother’s chest because she was telling a story Kris didn’t want her to share. She was in the telling of funny memories shared.
Her spirit, her energy.
She was there.
We all felt her.
The overwhelming spectrum of emotions moved through all the people on the porch as we gazed at the tiny pop of rainbow peeking out between clouds—there were no words. It was a wink from Kris in deep gratitude for an incredible day honoring the love she spread during her time here.
Her 16-year-old son and I had a beautiful moment back at my house after almost 200 people went their separate ways. He said to me,
“I just kept looking around at all of these people and feeling all that love and connection and thinking, wow, my mom did this.
She brought all of these people and their love for her together. And that rainbow, I know it was her. It was a perfect day. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
My heart fell to pieces, and tears welled in my eyes as I looked at him in total agreement.
When people die, they leave this earthly plane. I believe some of their energy remains. We can connect with their energy. We receive signs and signals from them all the time if we’re open to it.
So often, we try to intellectualize why something appeared or happened.
What if we let go of needing to know? What if we trusted that when we see a butterfly and think of our grandmother, it’s a sign or a wink from her spirit? Or when you’re thinking of your deceased mother and you see a cardinal (which she told you she’d come back as), you allow yourself to feel that wink, that hug, that love, that connection?
In episode 15 of the HEAR HER podcast, I talk more about signs from the other side and share my experiences CLICK HERE to listen now.
If you’re celebrating the life of someone you’ve lost or shedding endless tears for your loved one passed, I’m holding you there, inviting you to open yourself up to connecting with their energy.