The Brave Propellers of the Heart

So, for the second time in my life I receive a phone call with the question: Do you have a passport? (Best question ever by the way!) and really got this best news ever! My gorgeous, amazing sister is arranging a trip to Ireland for my Mom. It has been her lifelong dream to go there.

She has finally begun to accept the process of dying. I wish she knew…we are all dying all of the time. Sa Ta Na Ma. Birth, existence, death and rebirth. It is the cycle of nature. The cycle of the cosmos. Even stars die ….and we are made of stardust. The concept, so profound, yet so simple helps me to be ok with death. I don’t believe it’s the end. Time is a continuum. And even in this knowing, there is great despair. The part of me that feels separate, the ego, cries for the loss of my Mom. I can’t imagine her being gone from my life. From our lives. Hospice came in this past Friday and there was a parade of family and friends at the house over the weekend. Almost as if to say goodbye. I have never laughed like I laugh when my Mom, my sister and I are together. I wonder what laughter will be when she is gone. I do know that her light is ever present. Just think how long it takes for the light of the stars to reach us. She will be with us for eternity.

But enough about dying, it’s time to focus on living. I love this time of watching her dreams come true. I am so blessed and grateful

I hope to make so many more moments with her, to truly make each moment count. There is only now. This moment is a spiritual impulse. What is spirit telling you?? It whispers quietly…live, live, live. Every moment…feel good.

Sandinista Avioncitos

The little airplanes of the heart
with their brave little propellers
What can they do
against the winds of darkness
even as butterflies are beaten back
by hurricanes
yet do not die
They lie in wait wherever
they can hide and hang
their fine wings folded
and when the killer-wind dies
they flutter forth again
into the new-blown light
live as leaves

Lawrence Ferlinghett