Of the days I missed, Saturday was the most significant for the Wolf family as it was the birth date of our dearest brother Baxter. He was fifteen the year I was born and for me the father of the family. I did call his widow, Ruthie, and we spoke of how much we still love him. He has been gone since 1973 and yet his presence still fills my heart with joy when I think of him. How blessed we are to have such people in our lives!
Yesterday, the messages Rev. Judy and Rev. Glenda gave (http://www.embracehumanity.com/ is the site where you can listen to their Sunday talks) carried the theme of Trust. One of the images shown was of a mother swan gathering her babies under her wing. It brought tears to my eyes as I yearned for such a mothering, protecting source - and, of course, it was pointed out several times during the service, that we do, in fact, have such a Presence which is found in the midst of our hearts. How comforting to know that right here, right now, in this moment even as my fingers move across the keyboard, that Presence, which I call "She" is - and that is all I need to know.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I want to add just one more of the treasures I found as I was doing my reducing, reusing, recycling stuff last week. This was written by one of the very dearest young men of the Psychosynthesis group I belonged to in the '90s. He brought such a clear sense of honor, respect and reverence for the feminine within all of us. I haven't heard from him for ages, I am sorry to say. One of my most precious memories of him was brought back last Thursday night as my son and I attended a basketball game (the Bruins lost!) at the Anaheim Convention Center, for that is where Mitch's graduation took place. He is an O.D. and I am confident, the best in the land. Wherever you are, Mitch, however you are, you are remembered, honored and loved.
The Elder
"She sits in the misty forest. An eerie glow of soft white surrounds her frail cloaked frame. As I draw nearer, her face reveals a complexion weathered and wrinkled over immeasurable lifetimes, marked by the fathomless depth of two inky black eyes that dance with the light of the universe.
A faint half smile plays on her lips as she invites me to sit. Long ancient fingers guide my settling body down to rest. She looks at me with the knowledge of a mother, a father, a brother, a lover. She is me and I am her. In answer to my question, she silently encourages me to love in as many ways as I can, to explore the depth of my heart . . . and then I will know what is unknowable.
With a faint gesture, the smile dances on her face as the depth of her eyes draws me back to myself."
I trust (!) that your day, this hour, this moment, will be holy and love-filled for you and yours!
As we all say: "Thanks for it all!"
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