As I’ve mentioned here before, one of the richest memories of my life is how I used to get up at 5:30 in the morning with my dad. It was our time. We’d eat GrapeNuts and tell each other about the miracle(s) we’d seen the day before. I still try to like GrapeNuts and I still try to look for miracles every day.
Finding the miracles has been harder for me lately. I might notice (my word for 2015) lovely people, places, or things, but I’ve allowed circumstances, over which I feel powerless, to cloud my ability to recognize them as miracles. That’s gotta change.
Here’s how I’m going to change it. Yes/And. I completely accept the reality that YES there are many things going on the world, over which I have no control. AND while I continue to attend to what I can, I’m going to focus on the light, the good, the possible, along with the people doing the light, good, and possible.
YES, the divisions, gloom, fear, and darkness will still be around. My focus, however, will not be as glued to it, as it has been lately. I’m going to focus on the power of miracles. When I find myself tempted to dwell in the negative longer than is necessary, I’m going to seek out AND people, places, and things. AND people, places and things are the miracles Daddy and I used to share with each other daily. I’ll share some of them with you here.
Mom’s pretty quiet these days. She seems as content as I’ve seen her in years. When I’m with her, I get to witness her living between this world and the next. There’s some vascular dementia involved, but she recognizes people and she definitely still knows who she is. It’s a sacred season indeed.
As my friend Jo and I visited Mom this week, we both reached out to hold Mom’s hands. Mom smiled and then she let us know, without words, yet in no uncertain terms that Jo’s hands were cold. So, without words or much fanfare (except for gently popping Jo’s hand when she tried to resist 😉 ), Mom proceeded to make Jo’s hands warmer.
YES, Mom doesn’t talk much these days AND she has no problem communicating.
What kind of silent sacred moments have you witnessed or experienced lately?
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Sounds like your Mom is in a peaceful place. Mine is somewhere between enjoyment of small things and the terrifying feeling she’s been dropped off in a motel or a bus station on her way from one unknown place toward another still unknown destination. It is pretty distressing to see her so distressed. I am thankful my brothers visit gave her a day of joy. If you feel overwhelmed and need to cocoon amid chaos, that is perfectly ok. When your energy comes back you will take pleasure in creating order. Until then rest well!
Such sweet joy in the tiny moments of life.
I can see your Mom doing that. I think that Leah just said it all.
You are so fortunate to have this time. And to be able to notice her beautiful spirit.
What a sweet blessing!
Penny, thanks for sharing your tender Mom experience, too. i hold your mom, you and your brothers in my heart. AND trust you’re also taking care of you in the midst.
Leah, Dotty, Amma/Robin, and Linda, YES i am SO grateFULL for this tender, sweet, and very sacred season with Mom. 💜