Reality
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Icy rain pinging the windows. Dark. Glad to be inside; dry and warm. I drift off and I begin to pray for my brothers and sisters who are crouching in doorways; cardboard box shelters beginning to bend and leak; walking and sleeping in shoes that don’t fit; stomachs rumbling; dampness drawing the odors from their…
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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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I cannot ask for “more” of anything. This is true. I cannot ask for:– more protection– more financial provision– more peace in my home– more friends– more health– more love from my children– more food– more rest– more talents and treasures– more Mom– more time to be “here” I could go on… Gratitude and thankfulness…
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I saw a photo of Mom taken in January on her birthday when we went to the casino. It allowed me to see how much she has declined over the past six months. I don’t see where, at this rate of decline, Mom will be here in another six months. She barely eats these days;…
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I spent the day (a good one) with Mom yesterday. Watching her nod on and off. I meditated on Marjorie’s words, “Mom is living between two worlds.” And I had a peace inside that felt new. It felt strong. I saw it for myself. I was able, in that moment, to accept it as reality.…
Faith & Roses 