I like the size and length of both my legs and feet – power calves as my dad used to call them – he probably still calls them that, “Right, Dad?” – (looks up) “Ya.” haha
My sister has my dad’s ashes – we found a cookie jar in his place when he passed – and thought he would get a kick out of being cremated and “stored” in a cookie jar… the thing is though… that he was a pretty big dude… 6’3″ at his prime, before he started shrinking and about 250 lbs… so let’s just say we couldn’t fit all of the cookies in the cookie jar… and we were also cheap – like him – so he’s half-cookie half-cardboard box stowaway…lol!
Sorry Dad!
I used to really believe in the energy or essence (I guess) of his soul or spirit being so tied to the ashes… but I don’t necessarily think like that anymore… with the energy work I’ve done and the intuitives I’ve seen – I know he’s pretty attached to me and can be called in when I really need him – or he’ll come through my writing in a clunky divine masculine form to hold steady when the trauma drama whirls its way through the females still living on Earth.
My sister and I don’t really talk anymore…
where rivers are born 