When we see through our hearts, we recognize that every single one of us is infused with creativity. Divine Sparks are embedded in everyone and everything. It's up to us to be courageous, to look and listen deeply, to find the sparks, gather and release them back into the universe, transformed into something new. Join me as we wake up to the sacred-ordinary blessings waiting to greet us each and every day.
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Sunday, July 3, 2011
River of Stones: July 3
My mother’s chest rises and falls as she naps next to me in the afternoon light. How blessed I am to hear those soft sighs, to turn my head to the left and see her lovely face, etched with her-story, and mine as well.
I don't know how I was led to your beautiful blog tonight - actually, now I do - I was sitting in my wheelchair well after nightfall asking God for a sign. I needed hope, a reason. Something to sustain me. Somehow I found your blog, and, in reading this post, I have my answer. My little boy, sleeping beside me...I want him to remember his mommy and celebrate my breaths as you do your mom's. THANK YOU.
A treasured moment.
ReplyDeletelovely, we are of like mind today. I wrote about my father
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, simple moment to treasure forever :o)
ReplyDeletewhat a precious moment!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to be with family.
ReplyDeleteHow blessed, indeed ...
ReplyDeleteso lovely.
ReplyDeletethinking about you lots,
xoxox
Oh so lovely. It made me miss my mother, and wish I could watch her breath again. :) It made me remember, and that keeps her with me.
ReplyDeleteHow tender, and beautiful. How she must ache for you, with your illness - but how proud she must be of how radiantly you shine!
ReplyDeletePrecious is the word
ReplyDeleteSigh....I miss my mother so....happy you have this time with yours. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI don't know how I was led to your beautiful blog tonight - actually, now I do - I was sitting in my wheelchair well after nightfall asking God for a sign. I needed hope, a reason. Something to sustain me. Somehow I found your blog, and, in reading this post, I have my answer. My little boy, sleeping beside me...I want him to remember his mommy and celebrate my breaths as you do your mom's. THANK YOU.
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