To the readers: today is "the worst of times". A call this morning told me that my mother was going to the hospital, and 93-years and poor heart and all, would have to have bowel surgery. 500 miles away, and completely helpless to do anything for the person who has always been the Heart of my life, the animal, which is half of me, cries. Perhaps that, at least, is well. I haven't done nearly enough crying in my life. But, in the scheme of things, this blog seems pretty irrelevant right now. The animal and the inner soul are both pretty disturbed. In a completely unexpected way, this is also "the best of times". [my soul said that; my animal still thinks that it's crazy]. Five of my siblings have been calling back and forth to one another and to me, and are gathering to be with mother to help make her feel a little better about this scary moment for us all. There's a lot of love being manifested out there--I pray that it, at least makes her feel less frightened. The operation may be taking place even as I write this--I can't make it 500 miles in time. They'll have to do it without me--they can. If this is the last day for mother's spirit on this Earth, then GOD will take care of her, and her mother and father and my dad will be waiting for her at the gate. I believe that. She believes that. My life will go on, [and so will this blog, but not today]. St. Francis was asked what he would do if he knew that the Lord was coming in an hour. As he was gardening at the time, he said "Garden". I'm not as good as Francis. I'm skipping "gardening" my blog for a day or two. I'll do the other thing I do on Saturday evening...go to mass. My soul needs a little upstairs love right now, too. If you want to pray for mother, pray that she is not scared and feels completely loved. Nothing else really matters anyway.
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Showing posts with label the worst of times--the best of times. Show all posts
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The Best of Times-The Worst of Times
To the readers: today is "the worst of times". A call this morning told me that my mother was going to the hospital, and 93-years and poor heart and all, would have to have bowel surgery. 500 miles away, and completely helpless to do anything for the person who has always been the Heart of my life, the animal, which is half of me, cries. Perhaps that, at least, is well. I haven't done nearly enough crying in my life. But, in the scheme of things, this blog seems pretty irrelevant right now. The animal and the inner soul are both pretty disturbed. In a completely unexpected way, this is also "the best of times". [my soul said that; my animal still thinks that it's crazy]. Five of my siblings have been calling back and forth to one another and to me, and are gathering to be with mother to help make her feel a little better about this scary moment for us all. There's a lot of love being manifested out there--I pray that it, at least makes her feel less frightened. The operation may be taking place even as I write this--I can't make it 500 miles in time. They'll have to do it without me--they can. If this is the last day for mother's spirit on this Earth, then GOD will take care of her, and her mother and father and my dad will be waiting for her at the gate. I believe that. She believes that. My life will go on, [and so will this blog, but not today]. St. Francis was asked what he would do if he knew that the Lord was coming in an hour. As he was gardening at the time, he said "Garden". I'm not as good as Francis. I'm skipping "gardening" my blog for a day or two. I'll do the other thing I do on Saturday evening...go to mass. My soul needs a little upstairs love right now, too. If you want to pray for mother, pray that she is not scared and feels completely loved. Nothing else really matters anyway.
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