There are people who just make such an impact in your life. Some inspire you and there are some who touch your heart. One such person in my life is Nana Linda.
I wish I could tell you a lot about Nana Linda but I can’t. I have never met this woman in person.
One my friends in my healing circle gave me her number. I was told that she’s a medium and whenever I had problems to just call her. It took me a while to get through. At first, I thought so many people were trying to call her too. Until I got lucky one day….
I was having a catharsis about my relationship with my mother. I was distraught and I was crying all morning. I didn’t know what I was thinking but my fingers started dialing her number and in one ring, she answered the phone. I was nervous. Why am I going to talk to this stranger about my personal issues? And she doesn’t take payment too? This is embarassing.
As it turns out, I didn’t have to talk about my problems. She was very friendly. She asked my name and asked me how she could help. I was speechless and embarassed. She could hear my sobs that I was trying so hard to hold back. In didn’t take long for her to speak of words of comfort that just kept pouring out of her so effortlessly.
I didn’t get a chance to speak about my problems and I could barely remember what she told me but I do remember feeling the pain from my heart being lifted. I could feel her sincerity and her understanding of what I was going through. She didn’t offer me any logical explanation nor solution to my pain yet she knew exactly where to get my strength from. She gave me solace that I thought was impossible for me. She is not a proponent of tough love nor sarcastic wit. She does not impose her age as the reason for her wisdom. Her wisdom comes from her compassion and sincerity to help. Her words will soothe you with motherly comfort yet she allows you that space to grow on your own.
My conversations with her didn’t stop from there. Everytime I was shaken she was always there. There were times wherein I just wanted to get her input and those were the times when she was busy or out. I had concluded that each opportunity I had with her where the right moments and everytime I challenged them, it was certain that I will not be able to speak with her. I had learned to chill everytime that happens. I would conclude it as a message that it was not the right time or there was no need for me to speak with her at that moment.
It has been more than a year and I’m no longer embarassed to shed my tears. She’s always glad to hear from me and she always asks me how I am with genuine concern. Our conversations are much lighter now. She can tease me and I can laugh and joke a little bit. Shes knows me so well now. She knows how bratty and hardheaded I can be and my need for patience. She acknowledges my intelligence and my need for compassion and forgiveness. She knows how to work around my quirks and make me laugh. She knows when and where to stroke my ego yet knows how to keep it from getting bloated. 
She has such a beautiful soul that I just want to reach out and do something for her but I respect her need for keeping her gift and her life private. Even if she doesn’t ever get to read this small tribute for her, I am certain that she is thankful and that she showers me with her blessings of light and love.
I love you, Nana Linda…. I know you love me too. A time will come to for us to finally meet until then I will try my best to be the daughter I was meant to be.
