Nancy A. Waldron

Nancy Waldron

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Birthday Tribute©

Today is the anniversary of my deceased husband’s birth so I am writing a tribute to the unique spirit he was as a human.  He was born on Friday, July 13, 1928 under the sign of Cancer and would have been 90 years old today.  The number 13 was his lucky number.  Wikipedia gives the following horoscope information about Cancer.

 

It is the 4th House in the Zodiac.  The Latin motto is Genitor with the translation of parent.  The modern title is House of Home and Family.  The interpretation is Ancestry, heritage,  roots.  Early foundation and environment.  Mother of mothers as figure.  The caretaker of the household.  Comfort.  Cyclic end of matters.

 

When I read the above description about Cancer, I thought how perfectly that description fit his life.  He was a man who loved his birth home, his Mother, Father, his brothers, as well as his children and his married home.  At times, he was a Mother to his children.  He was the caretaker of the household and the comforter for his family as long as they needed him.  As a Los Angeles Police Officer, he was a caretaker and comforter of humanity, of those who were lost and needed assistance.  He had many businesses on the side while working for the Police Department.  He was a handyman with many skills for fixing things around and in a home.  He loved working and being busy.  He had a sense of when cycles were to end, when it was time to retire from the Police Department, when it was time to sell his business, when it was time to move, when it was time to stop working, stop driving, and when it was time to leave his body on June 3, 2014.

 

He was a simple man, with great love for his country, serving as a Military Policeman in the US Army, for his fellow officers, for his workers, for his neighbors, and for anyone who needed assistance.  He loved the outdoors, whether it was working in the yard, going hiking, water-skiing, or travel to domestic and foreign lands.  He was an explorer interested in what the next idea, invention, road, highway, town, state, or country would open for him.

 

In many ways he was a shy man, not one to talk a lot, but when he spoke, others listened.  He had a way of observing life without talking about it that was revealing as a spiritual practice.  He was very clear about the reasons he did not like some people.  He did not often change his mind.

 

He was a person most everyone liked immediately as he had a presence about him that drew one; he knew who he was.  He was a tall man, 6’4″, weighed 210 lbs., had a good build, and was handsome with beautiful skin.  He was a man’s man and a gentleman.  Women were attracted to him.  He chose his body well for the spiritual lessons he would learn in his life, for the choices he would make in all areas, and for the legacy he would leave.

 

His favorite times were with family and friends in our home with food and conversation.  His heart was happy and his soul was at peace during these times.

 

He was a man of courage even when he was afraid.  There was a strength in him that overrode the fear.  One time when our car was being towed down a fairly steep hill, we watched as the car trailer begin to sway from one side of the freeway to the other pulling the tow vehicle with it, then both overturned on the side of the road.  He pulled in behind them, was out of the car instantly, ran to open the door to the overturned tow vehicle to see if they were alright and to assist them in getting out of the vehicle.  When we were discussing it later, I told him it made me sick to my stomach to see that.  He said it did him also.  He overrode his own feelings to assist the others, which was just one example in many for others to follow.

 

Each of us has Spirit guiding us and the opportunity to stay open and follow this guidance.  Spirit was so strong within him that he could withstand the many tests that came his way and stay the course.  Spirit guided his life so magnificently and still does.

 

Now that I have some distance from his passing and can see him more objectively as a man, on this his birthday, I honor the beautiful, loving, courageous Spirit he was in the human form, and is in Spirit form now.

 

Reggie sees him in Spirit form when he is around as he stares off into space following him.  He likes him better now that he is in Spirit form as he entertains Reggie and watches over him.  Nancy and Reggie♥

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Rescued©

My heart was in my throat every time I turned on the news praying I would hear that the twelve boys and their coach were rescued after two weeks deep in the cave in Thailand.  I sent them pure Divine Light and Love every time I thought of them.  One morning first thing, I heard that all thirteen had been rescued, were in the hospital for evaluation and isolation due to possible spores breathed and other things encountered while in the cave, and they all initially appeared to be in good health.  I said many prayers of gratitude to Spirit.

 

For the diver who died while delivering oxygen tanks, I sent and continue sending pure Divine Light and Love to him as he continues his journey, to his family as they grieve, and to all those around the world affected by the loss of such a brave soul.  The greatest gift one can give is to lay down their life for another.  Spirit opening our hearts and souls to the beauty of this being.

 

Before they were rescued, I read that the interim head of Thailand said that they would celebrate when all of them were rescued, in good health, and returned home.  This said a lot to me that it was all important, not just the step of being rescued.  The value of completing a journey that changed all of their lives was of great importance.  It was a spiritual journey of great magnitude for each and all of them.  One that I am guessing will unfold in greater awareness as time goes on with the realization of what they experienced.  A journey that may bond them for life.

 

It felt so clearly led by Spirit to have a Coach that had spent years in a monastery, learning to connect with Spirit, and who learned to meditated daily.  During the time in the cave, he taught the boys how to meditate to connect in with Spirit to allay their fears.  This will serve these boys throughout their lives every time fear comes up if they choose to use it.  The words of encouragement he spoke to them while they were in the cave will be remembered and used when situations of fear present themselves in their future.  They gained tools for life during this experience.  What a huge gift!

 

For the Coach it must have taken great spiritual mastery to be the anchor to which twelve boys were tethered.  To maintain one’s inner strength, trust in Spirit, and do the things necessary to keep them all alive, as healthy as possible, and as uplifted as possible was probably the greatest spiritual test he had ever had.  To me it all seemed in Divine Order that he was with them!

 

I heard rumors that the Thailand Police were wanting to arrest the Coach for endangering the boys’ lives and indirectly causing the death of one of the divers.  I also heard that the parents of the boys said no to that as the Coach’s heart would need healing when he came out.  The Coach may carry the weight of the journey into the cave, the days and nights spent there with those boys, the death of the one diver, and the mammoth worldwide rescue efforts with him for the rest of his life.  Or he may know that he was called by Spirit to be the one to walk beside the boys as they each went through their own spiritual journey no matter the personal cost to him.  Through the parents, Spirit may be calling for a greater level of love, compassion and healing rather than punishment.  It will be interesting to see what prevails in this situation, one or the other, or a blending.

 

This brought up the thought of how American parents would have handled the situation.  Would there have been a lot of drama, 24-hour media frenzy to analyze, judge, criticize, invade personal privacy, and project actions?  Would there have been a demand for punishment, lawsuits, rallies, protests?  Would the parents have prepared their sons for situations similar to this before they ever got into a situation?  Would the parents have called for love, compassion, and healing rather than punishment?  Would the police immediately have arrested the Coach while in the hospital and had him under guard until he could be released into their custody?  Would race, color, etc., have played into the situation?  Would the Coach have needed to be in protective custody as his life might have been threatened by an outraged parent or group?  Some of the guesses I came up with were like a mirror to our society that showed me we have great opportunities for spiritual growth if only we will take them.

 

Then I asked myself as a Mother and Grandmother what would I have done had it been my son or grandsons.  I would have been sending pure Divine Light and Love to mine and all immediately and continuously.  I would have been praying every time I thought about any of them, thanking Spirit for their safety and well-being.  I would have wanted to provide food, drink or whatever those working to rescue needed.  I would have wanted to be a source of encouragement, peace, and calm.  I would have wanted personal privacy.

 

The parents of my son and grandsons prepared them for different situations by taking them on wilderness hikes, water-skiing, snow skiing, by teaching them to listen to and pay attention to signs of danger no matter the source, by supporting them through becoming Eagle Scouts, by teaching them to be loving and compassionate within themselves and with their fellow mates through sports, interactions with relatives and friends, by individually being who the parents were, and by healing them in whatever way they needed any time they were injured whether it be physically, mentally, emotionally, or spiritually.  Most importantly, they would have prepared them by making mistakes, accepting the consequences, and changing themselves.  Spirit walking beside and inside them all the way and each listening and following through.  They gave them foundations with which to survive and to thrive, if they so choose.  I believe they would have survived had they been in the cave.

 

The magnitude of the journey of those in the cave, of my son and grandsons, and of all of us is simply magnificent to me from a spiritual point of view.  Some would call it a miracle, others would say it is science at work, others it is the rescuers saving them, and so forth.  Whatever label is applied, my soul rejoices at the beautiful ending of this journey into and out of the cave with the opportunity for the world to work together for the good of all.

 

A moment in time when our hearts, souls and prayers came together in hope, encouragement, love, and joy!  Blessings beyond our knowing!

 

May we continue to live this moment!

 

Reggie sat beside me while I was watching the news and when information about the those in the cave would come on.  He would be still and quiet, sensing how deeply connected I was to all of it.  Nancy and Reggie♥

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Freedom©

My grandparents were immigrants from Germany.  Their story is interesting in that my Grandfather first came to America at age 17.  Before he came while living in Germany, all 17-year-old boys were told they had to go into the military.  The German family tradition was that the oldest boy in the family inherited the farm and my Grandfather was not the oldest boy.  It was for these reasons that my Grandfather decided to come to America.

He immigrated to Cheney, Kansas, where he worked for room and board the first year.  In 1909 he bought and settled on a farm west of Alva, Oklahoma.  He had to live in a granary because the people in the house had scarlet fever when he came to move in, so he waited until they were over their illness.  Then he returned to Germany to bring his bride back to America with him.  While there the military tried to force him to join; he had papers to prove that he was an American, so they let him go.  He and my Grandmother were courageous, hard-working, brave and religious.

 

They went through all of the legal requirements to become citizens of this country.  From New York City to Cheney, Kansas, then to Alva was quite a journey in those days.  He and my Grandmother lived in Alva all their lives, farmed, and raised a family of two boys and two girls in freedom.  They went to church every Sunday and gave thanks for all the blessings of their lives.  They never forgot or stopped going to church until they were no longer physically able to attend.  Spirit guided them each step of the way to a life of freedom and gratitude.

 

During Hitler’s reign of terror, the family regularly sent boxes of necessities the relatives in Germany needed.  Letters received were read aloud to the family during Sunday gatherings recounting Hitler’s atrocities to our German relatives, their Jewish friends and neighbors, and spoke of the fear they lived with. The letters would ask for whatever was needed to be sent in the next box.  Gratitude for every little and big thing was imprinted on me at an early age, as was not taking anything, especially freedom, for granted.

 

My parents and grandparents spoke often of the value and great gift and cost of freedom.  My Father prayed that we never have to experience what our relatives in Germany did, that we have no war in our country or any country, and that we be vigilant about our freedom and the democracy we have in the United States.  This made a lasting impression on me of the importance of freedom.

 

It made me stay aware of what is going on in the world, of how our country is interacting with other countries and within itself, of what laws are being passed with or without the vote of the people, of the changes in the honesty and ethics of all levels of leaders, of the changes in the people’s conduct, the direction society is moving, and so forth.  It made me cherish the great privilege of voting and of the freedom to write letters, emails, sign petitions, or make calls when I want to request change.

 

It made me aware that it is my privilege to do my part to keep this freedom.

It made me aware that it is a spiritual privilege to pray and send pure Divine Light to those who are not free.

It made me aware that every breath I take is free and so precious to me.

 

So, I celebrate the 4th of July with a prayer of gratitude to Spirit that I live in a free country and have the freedom to choose my life.

 

Reggie is so grateful he is free to run around the house, out his Doggie Door, and around the bushes and trees in the yard.  He came from a cage in the Adoption Center with hundreds of other dogs crying, howling, and barking to be loved and free.  It is my sacred privilege to give him his gift of freedom as he is a beautiful gift to me.  Nancy and Reggie♥