At the Zurich airport, preparing for the return trip home, Ellie and Jeff, along with the rest of the passengers, were asked to leave the plane before takeoff. There was a problem with the engine and they were held up for 7 hours. Uh oh. Jeff does not like to fly, and a big fear is beginning to set in.
After flying across the Atlantic, they missed their connection and had to spend the night in Montreal. Jeff was checking in and Ellie said she would take her suitcase up to the room. She was going up the escalator, suddenly lost her balance and fell backwards. Lots of people screaming, and paramedics rushing to assist. Jeff’s first thought when he saw her: She’s dead. Funny where our (ego) mind immediately takes us.
They arrived at Jeff’s house on Saturday evening, after traveling for over 20 hours, and Ellie’s adventure with the moving stairs.
I visited them on Sunday and could feel the fear, worry, concern, etc. that had overtaken all of them, including Jeff’s wife, a nurse. Ellie decided, wisely, to stay there for a few days, and recover, before driving home to Canada.
As her health began to return, Ellie began peeking out again with curiosity: Why did I do this to myself? You didn’t. I don’t want to be like this. I know, are you working on handing this over, to change you mind? Uh, no, that has completely fallen by the wayside. After all, I need to concentrate on getting back on my feet. OK, that’s what the atonement is for. We can begin again.
Leni and I visited her in Canada the following week, and picked her up for breakfast. Before she stepped out of the minivan, she said: you will have to hold my hand, I have become unstable and I am afraid I will fall down. Hmmm…there is something to this.
When we sat down in the restaurant, I asked her if maybe she just liked holding hands. She replied with a beautiful smile: yes, when I was in Switzerland, I just loved walking with Mick and holding his hand. Actually, I loved holding all of your hands, when you were little. OK, we’re getting somewhere.
I then said: well, how about you just hold all of our hands…in love. Let’s always walk, holding hands and just love the shit out of each other. We can then stop making up stories about being frail, etc.
When we left the restaurant, holding hands, I noticed she appeared taller and stronger than when we had entered, just a little over an hour ago. Leni witnessed all of it with sheer delight, as we experienced Ellie changing her mind.
Ellie is now preparing for her Christmas road trip, driving from Canada to Pennsylvania. She is going to work with me, once again, to see if I can perfect her biscuits. My attempt at Thanksgiving was met with polite stares, but no takers, when I removed those little hockey pucks from the oven.
I think we’ve got this.
- Ley Blythe from England
When you are talking to Sparkle, miracles happen. Her erudite and profound way of getting to the bottom of what it is we are believing is second to none. I've watched as Sparkle listens to someone and finds a way of getting exactly to where that person needs to see from, just by being her wonderful and intuitive self. Her name fits her perfectly, this sparkling ray of light has blessed so many with her humorous musings, which hide profound trusts, all wrapped up in a giggle or three. Sparkle is simply love on legs. Time spent in the company of this gorgeous soul can only bring more joy into anyone's life.
-Mike from Lausanne, Switzerland
The thing that differentiates you (Sally) from others, is that you do not go out to people with an agenda, but with unconditional love. I still cannot describe the state I was in when you visited Switzerland. I felt as if I were in a state of flow and blissful happiness. I want to learn from you how one can live like this every day.