Mother Answers

Yes, my darling children

I know what you are going through

Mum and Pup broke my heart

when death’s door they walked to.

I lost my brothers and sisters.

I lost my friends and my babies too.

Know this my dear children

Heaven is where you make it

You do not have to wait till the other side.

Enjoy the laughter.

Enjoy the love.

Enjoy the tears.


Make your daily meditation

An act of dedication.

Let your love for me

Show in all you do.

That is the best way

For your kindness to show

That is the best way for me

To know that you listened

When I told you


Dedicate your love, life and laughter

To the Master

That is what I want you to do

That will be the best reflection

Of the love that has been given you.

I bathed in the Ocean


Filled with Love and Mercy.

I basked in the Master’s sweet Grace.


Your love and forgiveness

Have helped my healing

As I enjoy Spirit’s sweet embrace.

Your love is my Lighteness.


Your forgiveness my crown.

Your kind actions to others

My beautiful gown.

Go on with your mission.

Be your own best friend.

Do as I told you

“Dedicate your life and your

actions to the Master.


Do all in His name.


That is the best reflection

of the love that has been given you.

I will always love you.

The Master is always with you.

Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’

It is because I told you so.”

I am not gone from your Heart

Dear Ones.


My love comes to you on the Breeze.

Remember, in your morning meditation

Do all you can to ease

The pain of the downcast

The sorrow of the homeless

The hunger of those still searching

The anger of the frightened ones


Still lost in the fog.

Be of service to the servers.


Be a friend to the friendless.

Embrace the unembraceable.

Forgive the un-forgiveable.

Love the actor…hate the action.

“Dedicate your life and your

actions to the Master.

Do all in His name.

That is the best reflection

of the love that has been given you.

I will always love you.

The Master is always with you.

Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’

It is because I told you so.”

Hey Dad, Is heaven your Home?

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Photo - Sonny Galea- Wild Wilderness Photography      Jasper National Park

Your birthday is coming.

I won’t be making our birthday call.
We would always sing  together

“If heaven’s not my Home,
Then Lord, what will I do”
Now your birthday is coming
You have crossed the Great Divide.
I can almost hear you singing with
The Angels by your side.
Give Bonnie a kiss
Share with Mother a hug
Go run with Skitter
The dog who would bug
You and nuzzle you when you were so young
I am listening to your words dear Father
There are more words to be sung.
I have learned to make the earth plane my heaven
I am dancing and singing, still don’t go to bed at eleven.
I am living the life you always wanted for me.
I am sober, happy, joyous and free.
So my dear Father, I just want you to know
You have taught me that I can make heaven
Wherever I go.
Are you happy?
Do you have lobster?
Is there any Earl Grey tea?
While I am sitting here writing this
Are you giggling with glee.
I know that we had a very special connection.
Hey Dad, is heaven your home is not interjection
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Christmas everyday.

Christmas  felt  like a play rehearsal.

The stars,  my parents, were missing.

You  had  already gone to  Broadway.

Act One, had already been performed .

Your  work here was done.

Because of your love and your life

It is,  for me,  Christmas everyday.

Some moments,  do not feel like presents.

Some moments,  I feel stuffed and overfed with grief.

Some hours pass,  now,  when I refuse to believe you are gone.

Some moments,  I feel your presence.

 

Those  are the moments when you nestle in my heart.

 The  goodness of your intentions,

Your  laughter and your inventions

take hold,  giving  me a new start.

Then,  it becomes  Christmas everyday.

 

I send you love on your Journey.

I embrace your memories.

I embrace your memories.

That makes everyday Christmas.

 

 

Saturdays I miss Mom the most

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Photo courtesy Thomas Quantz    Thanksgiving 2007      Calgary     My last visit with Mother on Earth

I could see forever in your eyes Mother.

You sense of humour was amazing.

It probably still is.

Saturdays I miss you the most.

I will feel your love on the breeze.

Often when I go for long walks

I remember the forest

Our special talks.

On Saturday evenings we would spend time on the phone.

Your laughter filled my heart.

I was never alone because you were near.

I am now not alone because it is clear

All that your taught me

I am finding it is true.

I just reach for the Master’s hand

When I am feeling blue.

The cook made wonderful cinnamon rolls.

The smell of them took me home to you.

I remember, once in particular,  on the ranch

You had a large pot of beans in the oven

Some cinnamon buns spoke of your loving.

It is seven months ago you went to the Master.

I am not finding my days…especially

Saturdays go very much faster.

The grieving is natural.

I need to practice your presence more.

I think I will come visit you in the dreamscape.

You on that far distant shore.

Last month when your anniversay day came around

I was lost.

I went to sleep early.

I had a large new mirror by my bed.

I looked and I saw your reflection instead.

What an honour.

How wonderful it would be

When I truly find the gracious qualities of Mother in me.

On Saturdays or any day

I want to honour your love with my life.

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Mystical magical moss on Monday

English: Harwood Forest. Steng Moss. This was ...

Image via Wikipedia

English: Forest in mist

Image via Wikipedia

Dense moss colonies in a cool coastal forest
Image via Wikipedia

What a wonderful challenge I have choosen today.
It is Monday.
It is raining.
Some of the choices I have are:
(1) go back to bed for the day and read and sleep and dream.
(2) go have a shower, get dressed and work on the house plants.
(3) get dressed in some grubbies and go feed the birds taking an extra long time and just be with them.
(4) phone everyone I know and visit all morning.
(5) get coffeed up and clean and sew in preparation for fall and winter clothing changes.
(6) just sit and dream

Think I will sit and dream for a while
Letting the muses surround me and direct my day.
Music filters through the rain drops as the birds sing their song.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.
It was not always so.
I was young.
I was in a hurry.
I was rushing after the almighty dollar.
I wanted to be connected.
I wanted to be more.
I never took the time to know myself.
I never enjoyed the mystical magic mist of Monday.
Now I can.
I will go check on the moss I brought back from the mountain.
It lovingly caresses everything in the woods.
I want to stay in the mountains and lay on the moss
Until it is time to come home to you.
I reach across time and space.
I caress the moss as it cools my face.
I am one with the moss.
The mountain.
The mist.
I am home.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.

I saw the Master’s hands

I saw the Master’s hands

In every tree and brook.

I felt His sweet caress

Everywhere I looked.

The clouds, the trees,

the birds, the breeze

all were an expression of love for me.

 

I felt the Master’s touch

in the majestic mountainside.

I basked in the sweet kiss

as the morning mist

crashed, crushed and caressed me inside.

 

I was helped, held, and healed in the embrace

Of my loving Higher Power.

The Sunlight of the  Spirit

Rolled over me.

Again and again.
I am now in a holy place.

 

I was washed in the mountain rain.

I was cleansed in a Ocean filled

With love and mercy.

It removed the first hundred layers of pain.

 

The waterfall in the mountains

renewed me through and through.

I am ready to rejoin life.

I might even want to be with you.

 

The love of Master is always with me.

I know that more today.

I am glad I went to the mountains.

I am so glad I stopped to pray.

I was helped, held, and healed  in the embrace

Of my loving Higher Power.

The Sunlight of the  Spirit

Rolled over me.
It stays with me this hour.

Grief for a time or a season…the shards in the Mountain.

I watched the sky.
I wondered ‘why?’
(Why is life more intense?)
I watched as my pain
Formed into rain.
It renewed the earth as it fell.
The earth sprung up
Into the mountainous skies.
The beauty was shards to Soul.
I caressed the
shards with my eyes;
wanting it to cut deep.
Cut away the dross.
Cut away the loss.
The peaks were covered with misty fog.
The peaks were covered in rain.
The peaks were breathing in glorious snow.
I was very jealous.
I needed to feel that connected.
I wanted to lie on the top mountain peak.
I wanted to caress the forest’s floor.
I wanted to know.
I wanted to be.
I wanted to be real.
I craved renewal and purpose.
I needed to be free
of the pain of your passing.
I wanted to feel.
Stillness.
Freedom.
I longed for
a mission.
I had to have
the compulsion to go onward.
I did not feel anything like that at all.
Then the Sun came out.
It silhouetted the trees
Covered them in a raindrop-halo
which glistened.
While they danced in the breeze:
the beauty poured over me,
the beauty bombarded Soul,
the beauty went through me.
I drove away whole.
Now in the rear-view mirror
I have my direction.
I will return to the mountains
I will walk through the valleys and peaks.
I will do the next ‘right thing’.
I will be a mountain or raindrop.
Depending on the day.
I will be in touch with my life.
I will learn to say no
To the needs of another
When my own needs are intense.
I will return to these mountains
when I need to get in touch
With my loving departed parents
Whom I long to hold so much.
I put a rock in my pocket.

Mother Answers

Yes, my darling children
I know what you are going through
Mum and Pup broke my heart
when death’s door they walked to.
I lost my brothers and sisters.
I lost my friends and my babies too.
Know my dear children
Heaven is where and what you make it
you do not have to wait till the other side.
Enjoy the laughter.
Enjoy the love.
Enjoy the tears.
Make your daily meditation
an act of dedication.
Let your love for me
Show in all you do.
That is the best way
For your kindness to show
That is the best way for me
To know that you listened
When I told you
Dedicate your love, life and laughter
To the Master.
That is what I want you to do.
That will be the best reflection
of all the love that has been given you.
I bathed in the Ocean
Filled with Love and Mercy.
I basked in the Master’s sweet Grace.
You love and forgiveness
have helped my healing
as I enjoy Spirit’s sweet embrace.
Your love is my Lightness.
Your forgiveness my crown.
Your kind actions to others
my beautiful gown.
Go on with your mission.
Be your own best friend.
Do as I told you
“Dedicate your life and your
actions to the Master.
Do all in His name.
That is the best reflection
of the love that has been given you.
I will always love you.
The Master is always with you.
Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’
It is because I told you so.”
I am not gone from you Heart
Dear Ones.
My love comes to you on the Breeze.
Remember, in your morning meditation
Do all you can to ease
The pain of the downcast
The sorrow of the homeless
The hunger of those still searching
The anger of the frightened ones
Still lost in the fog.
Be of service to the servers.
Be a friend to the friendless.
Embrace the un-embraceable.
Endeavor to forgive the unforgivable.
You can love the actor and not the actions.
“Dedicate your life and your
actions to the Master.
Do all in His name.
That is the best reflection
of the love that has been given you.
I will always love you.
The Master is always with you.
Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’
It is because I told you so.”