Feb 24 2003
Today's my mother's birthday, or would be, or that is, she was born today, but isn't on the earth plane and I have no direct information as to whether she is celebrating her earth walk date of birth wherever she now may be or not.
I took the paratransit system - called the Ride in Boston - home from the airport, just returned from a training in the use of Mayan/Atlantean Light Language. Sometimes I'm the only passenger, but this time we picked up someone from the Mass Eye and Ear Infirmary. She was born in Oct '10 - so She's been 92 for 4 months. My Mom would have been that age today. What a story this woman had. Except I didn't hear it, just allusions to it, and to her many ailments, her free care, and how wronged she's been by father, husband, son-in-law. She did not in that respect remind me of my mother at all. Rather, she made me grateful. But nevertheless - the expression that crossed her face when I offered to buckle her seat belt, and certain facets of her presence, were SO reminiscent of my Mom, it was uncanny. Most of all, it reminded me again that the universe does not trade on co-incidence. Nothing is random. Everything has meaning. It's just that we're usually too feable to make those connections.
I don't really have time to do much of anything before I leave to teach qigong tonight, but I decided to check my e-mail first. And there was a note from my daughter acknowleding her grandmother's birthday. Thanks, love!
I took the paratransit system - called the Ride in Boston - home from the airport, just returned from a training in the use of Mayan/Atlantean Light Language. Sometimes I'm the only passenger, but this time we picked up someone from the Mass Eye and Ear Infirmary. She was born in Oct '10 - so She's been 92 for 4 months. My Mom would have been that age today. What a story this woman had. Except I didn't hear it, just allusions to it, and to her many ailments, her free care, and how wronged she's been by father, husband, son-in-law. She did not in that respect remind me of my mother at all. Rather, she made me grateful. But nevertheless - the expression that crossed her face when I offered to buckle her seat belt, and certain facets of her presence, were SO reminiscent of my Mom, it was uncanny. Most of all, it reminded me again that the universe does not trade on co-incidence. Nothing is random. Everything has meaning. It's just that we're usually too feable to make those connections.
I don't really have time to do much of anything before I leave to teach qigong tonight, but I decided to check my e-mail first. And there was a note from my daughter acknowleding her grandmother's birthday. Thanks, love!