Monthly Archives: December 2012
by Krista Schwimmer
While at the Western Dental on Lincoln for my husband’s temporary crown replacement, we stopped for lunch at a nearby Denny’s Restaurant. I had been craving Denny’s whole wheat, blueberry pancakes for a few months — a real treat for me these days due to a traumatic event in the past year and a half that changed both me and Michael’s life forever.
We had finished lunch and were about to leave. Michael looked over at the Toyscoop, seeing what stuffed animals were there to be grabbed with the metal claw. Now, for this story, I have to give you a bit of a back story. When Michael and I first moved to California, we dined quite a bit at Norm’s. Michael soon discovered he had an amazing knack for plunking in just a dollar or two, and grabbing up a desirable stuffed animal. In those days, the quality of the gifts was often amazing. I am not sure how many of these he managed to obtain — at least 50 — with rarely spending more than a few bucks. And, although he sometimes lost, he won more often than lost, sometimes two or three at a time.
On Tuesday, September 18th, I headed to Venice Beach for a late afternoon walk. I was about to go south, towards Venice pier, when I felt a tug strongly on my body to go north. So, of course, being an intuitive woman, I did. Little did I know that by the end of the day my soul would have reconnected to part of her spiritual ancestry as if in preparation for the heartbreaking knowledge she would bear witness too, by the end of the day. When I reached the breaker rocks, I found an interesting message written in the sand:
I was intrigued by this message, particularly as I had never encountered anything like this on my walks along the beach. I took some photo’s of it; then, I continued north on my walk, towards Santa Monica.
As I was walking, I noticed a group of people on the right, just above the shore line, singing together. There were people of all ages, with a man and a woman leading them. I immediately realized they were doing some kind of a ritual. I thought to myself, “Well, it is a public ritual. I’ll just walk in that direction and casually check it out.”