Aug

27

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Birthday Time

Tomorrow is my Medicare birthday.  I have to pinch myself to realize I’m really that old.  Now I can proudly wear the title, Senior Citizen.

My mom used to say that all she wanted in life was to raise a loving family.  When she said that I remember thinking that I wanted more.

In hindsight, that’s been my goal, as well.

Saturday our three generations of family sat around a common table, laughing, eating, sharing stories.  Feelings of contentment, pride, admiration, and gratitude sat in my belly, feeding the knowledge that if I should die tomorrow, my life has counted for something.

Aug

24

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Earworms

I’ve been singing Threshold Choir music in preparation for an organizing meeting next week.  My brain is one of those that holds earworms.  I can’t get the music to stop—it’s always playing.  When I was younger I thought perhaps this was a symptom of mental illness.  Now that I know others experience the same phenomenon, I am more accepting of the trait.  This time my brain is playing spiritual, beautiful songs designed to be sung to folks at life’s threshold.

Singing them brings back memories of my parents and their deaths.  My dad and I sat in a garden at his hospice setting and had one of those “last talks”.  I was not present during his decline or death.  My mother and brother took that role and I know now that I missed out on something by not being there with him.  I’m eternally grateful for their efforts and love.

The reason I know what I missed is that I was blessed to be present with my brother and his daughter-in-law for my mother’s passing.  I had sung to her in the days before her death.  Songs and lullabies came as I cradled her in my arms.  Now I will be able to sing those for others.

I pray for guidance and focus as our Threshold Choir begins.  May I adequately share the depth of spirit contained in this work with others who come to try out this unique experience.

Aug

20

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Some “Cereus” Celebrating

I have a dear Phoenix friend who sent me this photo of her blooming cereus cactus.  She wrote that I have always thought that flowers are the clearest proof of the existence of God.  These blossoms last one night and are spectacular.

I was reminded of my mom’s cereus plant.  It was a different variety and was transplanted from my Kentucky great-grandmother’s garden.  We lived in a small New Mexico town and anticipating the blooms’ opening date was “serious cereus” fun.  A tiny pistil rose during the night above the representational cradle of Jesus while the overwhelming sweet fragrance filled the room.  If bright lights were shone on the blossoms, they shook vehemently, proclaiming their worth.  It was like Christmas in the summer.

We would plan opening night parties.  Once my friend’s father came and brought his movie camera and lights.  Another year my close friend from across the street and lots of neighbors came to gaze at the wonder.  We served refreshments and were allowed to stay up late.

My last post was about celebrating life’s moments.  Remembering back, I learned this from a good teacher, my mother, whose joy was wondrous and shared abundantly with others.