A friend of mine in St. Louis has a mother-in-law who does psychic work with those who’ve passed. In response to my wish list, she sent me an email about connecting with Jasmine. In the email, she described Jasmine as dancing in a meadow of flowers with long, dark, flowing hair. I was a little confused by that the first time I read it, to be honest, because Jasmine’s hair was none of those things at any point in her life. Dark, maybe, but that’s about it. When I read the email, I thought about “What Dreams May Come” and how everyone gets to choose their appearance in that afterlife. That movie actually helped me bring language to a lot of my beliefs around death, but I digress. There was more to the email than that, but I mention that part for reasons that will be momentarily apparent.

Yesterday, Jeff and I decided to go to Michael’s to buy frames for the prints I’ve been lugging around for years. We pulled the prints out of their storage tubes and began to separate out those we were framing. Jeff pulled one out and unrolled it — I didn’t recognize it, but from what I could see of the bottom half, I could tell it had a Southwestern theme. Definitely NOT my style — I may live here, but I’m not a huge fan of Southwestern art or decor. I wondered where it came from and have no memory of seeing it. I set it aside and went through the rest. A few minutes later, curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up again, completely unfurling it. This is what I saw:

It’s called “She Dreams in the Rhythm of the Waves” and is by Patricia Wyatt.

I don’t know how well you can see, but her choker has a dragonfly on it. And she definitely has long, dark, flowing hair. Isn’t that interesting? How did that come to be in our house?