Mothers
Mothers Day is fast approaching. My maternal grandmother passed on Mothers Day, 1961. It seems like yesterday. I recently wrote (April 10) about mothers and since that time, another dear friend's mum passed over. It wasn't until I was 45 years old that I truly understood what being a woman meant......I had attended a native American sweat lodge - one for women only - one intended for healing. The connection I felt between myself and Mother Earth was my healing that day -- I knew I was connected to her as well as my mother, grandmother, and so on all the way back to Eve......a continuum of women -- mothers.......and I will be connected through my daughters and grand daughters as well.......for all time. The Goddess smiles.
Embodying the Light
I am fortunate to be editing a manuscript of a gentleman who, in altered states, communicated with beings from another plane of existance. His story is strong, genuine, and enlightening. The following passage is what I consider to be the "cornerstone" of the story.
“A good traveler has no fixed plans. He is not intent upon arriving. A good artist lets his intuition lead him wherever it wants. A good scientist has freed himself of concepts and keeps his mind open to what is. Thus the master is available to all people and doesn’t reject anyone. He is ready to use all situations and doesn’t waste anything. This is called embodying the light.”
Precept #27 of the Tao
Mothers
The mothers of two friends (Jackie and Sandy) have recently passed. Jackie sent this item from a friend that sent it to her. I print it here to share the love we can all identify with:
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every teardrop. A mother shows every emotion - Happiness, sadness, fear, Jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow, And All the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map You follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not Space.......not even death!
