HaPpY 90th BiRtHdAy, MoM 🎂❤🎁

June 2, 2017

Happy 90th Birthday, Mom!

I thought long and hard about what to give you for such a momentous Birthday; but I could not think of anything that would be adequate to express my love and gratitude for you except that which comes from my own heart and hands.  So I went back to my journal and pulled out 2 entries:

1.     The first is a picture of you and me that I drew with my non-dominant hand on Oct. 7, 2009. It is the porch of the house on Center Road.  You are wearing one of your monogramed blouses and have a glass of iced tea within reach.  We are sitting on the flowered lounge chair that made its home there, waiting for the big kids to get home from school. It is the earliest memory that I have of you!

2.     The second is a poem and reflection from June 4, 2008.  I wrote it after spending the day of your 81^st Birthday with you. 

Mom

Daughter, First-Born
Sister, Wife
Mother, Friend
Grandmother, Great
Irish, Lady
Proud, Proper
Unashamed
Unabashed
Independent
Determined
Creative
Giving
Self-Sacrificing
Loving
Nurturing
My Mother
My Hero
My Friend

On Monday I spent the afternoon with my Mom in celebration of her 81st birthday. Later that evening as I reflected on the wondrous events of the day and the profoundly-felt presence of a Heavenly Mother, I was reminiscent of Her spirit recognizable in a number of Earthly Women whose paths I have crossed. And I said a prayer of deep gratitude for my earthly Mother, an inspiring illustration of the Divine Feminine.

I love you, Mom.

Mijo turns 3!

Look who turned 3 yesterday!

I wonder if Mary enjoyed little Jesus as much as I enjoy this little "Cristián" …

Doubt it! ;-]

Angels of the New Millenium

HAPPY BIRTHDAY +DAD+ ... I love you and miss you a whole great big bunch!

Stillpoint

Stillpoint Place

.......at the stillpoint of the turning world,

neither flesh nor fleshless;

neither from nor towards;

at the stillpoint,

there the dance is

but neither arrest nor movement.

and do not call it fixity,

where past and future are gathered. neither movement

from nor towards

neither ascent nor decline.

except for the point, the stillpoint,

there could be no dance, and there is only dance.

i can only say, there we have been

but i cannot say where.

and i cannot say, how long,

for that is to place it in time.......

from T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets

This is how I'm spending my Birthday ...