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.
I got to visit Mom this Friday. It was a beyond a tender and sacred visit. We’ve moved beyond the my fixing her tea, painting her nails, feeding her lunch, and holding her hand stage.
There was no food, drink or nails. We did hold hands though. She even squeezed my hand a couple of times.
She’s on her way. For now, she’s in that way.beyond.place.of.in.between.
Two of her rings fell off her hand, earlier this week. So, one of her hospice nurses removed her other two rings and put them all in a locked safe. When I arrived on Friday, another dear nurse gave me the rings. So, now I’m wearing two of those four rings – Mom’s and Dad’s wedding bands. One is platinum and the other is 24k gold. They’re precious to me, on so many levels.
Yes, we are dust and to dust we will return. And sometimes, the outward and visible symbols of two twenty-something humans’ love, from 72 years ago, helps that dust settle.