Ash Wednesday exists to tell us the truth, to help us practice holding the ache: the ones we carry, the ones we will carry, the ache the ones we love will hold when we’re gone.
Woah. This. “instead of birth and death, there is only continually transformation.”
My mother died when I was three years old. All my life, people told me how sweet, caring and gentle she was. Now I believe how sweet, caring and gentle she IS.
When my son was 6 yrs old he used to lie in his bed and cry because he missed my Mother---the grandmother he never met. He would old a tiny framed black and white picture of her, with her bee hive hair, and tell me he wanted to meet her. It was one of the most profound things I have seen. A little boy missing and longing to meet a grandmother he had never met.
Recently, a woman asked me if I talked to my deceased Mother. I was shocked. I said, "I do not talk to her, but I do think of her." She said, "she is always with you, especialy at night." I have been thinking of this. And have begun speaking to my Mother Mary, in the night. A few nights ago, I woke and whether it was a dream or a reality, I felt her presence, standing beside my bed.
Pershaps my Mother has transformed into a loving presence, that is still with me?
Woah. This. “instead of birth and death, there is only continually transformation.”
My mother died when I was three years old. All my life, people told me how sweet, caring and gentle she was. Now I believe how sweet, caring and gentle she IS.
When my son was 6 yrs old he used to lie in his bed and cry because he missed my Mother---the grandmother he never met. He would old a tiny framed black and white picture of her, with her bee hive hair, and tell me he wanted to meet her. It was one of the most profound things I have seen. A little boy missing and longing to meet a grandmother he had never met.
Recently, a woman asked me if I talked to my deceased Mother. I was shocked. I said, "I do not talk to her, but I do think of her." She said, "she is always with you, especialy at night." I have been thinking of this. And have begun speaking to my Mother Mary, in the night. A few nights ago, I woke and whether it was a dream or a reality, I felt her presence, standing beside my bed.
Pershaps my Mother has transformed into a loving presence, that is still with me?