Sometimes I have such profound moments of remembrance that there are no words to describe them. One of these moments happened to me the other day while reading. My gaze slowly moved from the page to my hands, and I was overcome by a deep melancholy. I sat quietly, allowing the sadness to flow slowly and easily while being present to the moment.
As I looked closer, I saw my mother’s hand in mine. I recalled the safety I felt in those loving hands. When she was about my age, I remembered how often she looked at her hands and remarked about how old they had become. Veins were quite visible in the wrinkled skin, and she lamented the quick passage of time. I didn’t think much about it then, but today it was as if I was seeing the aging process in my body for the first time. Oh, I had complained about the aches and pains, but until that moment, I had not realized how often I made reference to my body’s aging.
Although my little self often reminds me of my age, my Self knows that the True me has not aged at all. It tells me that I am eternal. It reminds me that I am here to reflect Love. It shows me the lessons that I am here to learn, and It reveals them in ways that often surprise me. I can only recognize Its gentle prompts if I am open to them.
Today, I choose to celebrate life and Life. My life here may seem to be passing me by, but because Life is eternal, I am ageless. To breathe in that Truth is life changing. In my daily life this Truth is often forgotten. I know I have some work to do.
I am grateful for this profound awareness of my Source through my mother’s loving hands. With Awe and Gratitude I feel Its presence in my heart. It whispers that it’s time for me to shine my Light wherever I go, and to hold Peace, Love and Compassion for my brothers and sisters as well as my self. Perhaps you would like to join me.
Written for you with Love,
Barbara Rasp
Dedicated to Mom: February 6, 1910 – July 1, 2000
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