All is breath and light here.
Mom's rhythmic breathing is mostly what we've left of her, and it surrounds and fills us. And as I lay in the outdoor tub this morning, the water piping hot enveloping me and the blue sky arching over....I felt the cool breath of the November breezes lift my hair and thought of how Mom will soon be free, free as the wind. Then I watched it toss the branches of the old elm that watches over Mom's little peaked-roofed room...it mostly filled her with wonder and gratitude over the years, tho' its Winter-revealed branches and scarred limbs inspired sadder and more difficult feelings in Mom.
We are hoping she will go as gently as the golden elm leaves that I watch drifting down to the ground in the sunlight, and be spared another Winter...
May the blessing of Light be with you...light without and light within
...a favorite blessing of mine, and very much what this day feels like. We are bathed in the light of the sun that is shining in our many windows and warmed by the light of all the love and thoughtfulness pouring down upon us through your comments and prayers coming through these glass pages...
xo
