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My human mind is tricky. It sees and judges. It hears and decides. It feels a sensation and responds immediately. It wanders incessantly. It debates itself. It goes up and down on a seesaw of emotions. There is little to no distance between its ideas and its instructions … this is not a place in…
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Yesterday there was a weight of sadness on my heart… missing Mom. I prayed (talked to God). Talked to her. Gave myself the truth that grief is inevitable. I miss her. I am trying to live in the gratitude of having spent so much time with her over the last four years. Visits, TV, movies,…
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Your inner growth is completely dependent upon the realization that the only way to find peace and contentment is to stop thinking about yourself.Michael A. Singer – the untethered soul
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Long ago, my father had returned from one of his two Naval stays in Japan with a beautiful silkscreen of a tiger, which he quickly made a frame for. That tiger was a part of our household as far back as I can remember. It sure is beautiful. I remember Mom telling me how much…
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I sat at Mom’s and watched some TV. Breathed deeply Mom’s “smell.” Her house. Played a game on my phone; had a frozen banana. I stood where mom breathed her last and I prayed out loud. All that is in Mom’s house is hers. It belongs to her. Mom made possible her daughters having anything…
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I promised Mom that I would be “smarter.” I spoke those words to her. They were among the last things I said to her this side of heaven. Smarter:– Wisdom– Non-attachment– Speaking less– Listening more– Pausing: physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I just watched Mom’s Ring video from Thursday, October 12 into Friday, October 13.…
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Yesterday I wrote Mom’s obituary. I spent some time … and of course, thank you Higher Spirit Power. I wrote what I’d like to share at mom’s private hour tomorrow. The God of my understanding proofread: additions, deletions, copy and pastes, commas and periods. I took care of things with Holy Cross Cemetery. Mom made…
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My mind nas been thinking of the times when I was traveling along my spiritual journey … immature in the ways of gratitude and humility. When I fell short of the mark of unconditional love and respect that Mom so freely gave to me, and which she deserved to have reciprocated. In the past four…
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Death is not an affront to life. It is a part of life. A part of our temporary bodies living in our temporary world. Death is life’s partner in all of nature. All breath stops.
Faith & Roses 