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Time in peaceful company
True soul friends converse.
☀️ ☕️ ☀️ 🧘🏽♀️ ☀️ ☕️ ☀️Do you sometimes want to hang out with someone who has traveled the Milky Way? Of course, you do. Now and again I want to spend a bit of time with my mom. It is not even about what I want to say or hear. There is just a certain feeling that comes from sitting with my mom.
Back in the day, mom always woke very early in the morning. No matter what time I got up, it was very unusual if mom was not up already sitting in the living room with the lights low, quietly sipping on a cup of coffee. Mom liked to drink coffee out of one of her many china tea cups. Perhaps her favorite was a blue willow design she had. Coming in the living room and seeing her, we might not outwardly acknowledge one another but we were well aware of one another. I would go in the kitchen and get myself a cup of coffee too. Then we would sit together as the sun was rising. Now and again we would talk but not always.
My mom and I were pretty close. We would finish one another’s sentences quite a bit. It was disconcerting to others, when mom and I would have entire conversations that others found impossible to follow because much of each sentence was just not there in the outward sense. We understood one another perfectly, while those around would be left shaking their heads. Here is a sorta kinda example:
Mom – did you see ….
Me – yes, but I thought …
Mom – I agree with you, but I think it needed …
Me – you really think so?
I thought the conversation was complete the way it was.
I never would have noticed that Mom and I had these kinds of conversations a lot – except others – with heads spinning would now and again ask what we were talking about. When we explained the topic, others would say, ‘but you never said those words.’ Really. This morning, as on many mornings, I continue to have morning coffee with my mom. Sometimes I will drink from mom’s favorite blue willow tea cup. Busy among the stars, yet she finds time to sit with me as I drink my morning ‘cup of joe’. My daughters, Starr and Crystal also note their gramma being about now and again. Clearly the veil of death is illusionary. With love that crosses the Milky Way relationships with loved ones continue.
Now, with sunlight beginning to burn into the day, it is time for each of us to head out into the tasks given to us to accomplish this day. We still have one another’s back. With prayer we take care of one another, not seeking to hold one another – just sharing the love and the ‘thank you’ through our travels.
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“Beyond this earth garden is the infinite land wherein we meet those whom we have thought lost. “
Paramahansa Yogananda
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Photos of my mom’s blue willow tea cup – now used by me for morning coffee now and again.
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