Stories, Poems, Reflections and Meditations on Life and Renewal
31. Sound of the Universe
No one told me that the universe has a sound. I did not know.
The universe is high pitched today. I remember when I first heard its sounds. It woke me in the night. I thought there was something wrong with the wires in the walls. I pulled my pillow over my head. I wanted to scream. I woke over and over, night after night. No one told me that the universe has a sound. I did not know.
I usually ignore the thrum, or the squeal, or the om of it. But I’m comforted to check in, to know it is still there, to be supported by the current of the Divine.
Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.
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