A friend recently began a series on her blog called Folk Tales in which she reminiscences about her family elders: so tender and wonderful! So, as I am wont to do, I think I'll follow her lead and begin to share about my family folk.
Recently, my Mom has been much on my mind and in my heart. She has had a rough winter with 4-5 bouts of illness, the last being pneumonia about 3 weeks ago. Yesterday the palliative care nurse (and close friend) told Mom she is improving, very welcome news indeed.
I don't really know where to begin to share my love and admiration for her. As she has aged, she has grown in grace: amazing. She began a practice of meditation and other spiritual disciplines in her seventies. She continues to soften and enlarge her heart. As anyone who has watched a loved-one age realizes, there are many losses to be endured. Mom has an intentional practice of "letting go and surrendering." I can imagine the angels singing her on as God delights in her willingness to dance this poignant, difficult and tender dance.
Blessings to you, Mom with profound love and respect, B