This morning felt like one of those quiet, sacred moments where the veil between worlds thins just enough to let love through. I had been reading Signs by Laura Lynne Jackson, already feeling open and reflective, when later, out shopping, something stopped me in my tracks. In the middle of a mega store, completely unexpectedly, there it was - a stand of dog toys shaped like bones, and right there in front of me, her name: Honey. Not just any word, not a vague reminder, but her name, clear and unmistakable, as if placed there just for me. In that instant, the ordinary dissolved into something extraordinary, and I felt it deeply - that she is still near, still finding gentle, beautiful ways to reach me, to say, “I’m here."