A Mothers Blessing 3/21/13

A Mother’s Blessing

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,

or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.               Meister Eckhart

Within the last few days, my partner and my best friend spoke of the sadness they saw on my face. Could they see my heart in my eyes reflection?   Is the pain etched on my face?  Are there no secrets?

What’s keeping me alive, what’s allowing me to endure?

On December 10th, I posted a small piece entitled “Stuck.”  It read:

I just can’t keep praying ~ nothing happens.

I’m doing what I always do, but it isn’t working.

I’m saying what I always say, but who’s listening?

I keep trying?
But I just can’t keep on doing this the way I’m doing this…

This is the first post since then. So many times I thought about writing. So many times I wanted to write. So many times, so many times, so many times….

On December 15th, Mother died.

In my heart, I’ve been writing a fable about my own journey.

Mothers warm loving gaze no more – this son wept.

I’m not sure the fable has an ending – perhaps only beginnings.

What’s keeping me alive, what’s allowing me to endure?

Time and the knowledge that I am still loved.Weep no more my son. My gaze is steady; the sun shines brightly, the fields of your heart flourish. Remember my son that stuck is simply savoring the moment. Keep moving; keep moving…they’re waiting for you and so am I.

Mom
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MRS1

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