Thursday Jun 25, 2009
Today marks a year since my dear mother, Adele, left this world after a long and painful illness.
She’s in my thoughts each day; I was blessed to have had (and still do) her as my mother, not out of some maudlin nostalgia, but for her Zen wisdom in matters—which was direct and intuitive. Of course, the older I get, the smarter Adele becomes.
She taught me the merits and beauty of being grateful in a world going insane with mindless acquisitions, rote behavior, and spiritual bankruptcy. She taught by example; she had no secret agendas. I remember and put her lessons to good use, and that’s the point.
A first anniversary…and onward…is powerful. I’m glad you keep this watch over her and mark the ways in which she keeps watch over you.
The custom of marking anniversaries of a person you love is practiced in many cultures. I’m heartened that you do this.
Love to you and Adele.
Bless you for your thoughts.
My mother had many old world aphorisms to dispense; one went like this (loosely translated): if a fool throws a rock into the garden, ten wise men can’t find it. Of course, the meaning was open to interpretation, depending upon the situation—and that’s what is necessary—to come to our own conclusions based on our own effort, and not relying solely on the media or hearsay. Another thought might be: why try to find the rock in the first place.