Well, here it is - 10 months today. I've been missing you a lot lately, Mom. Feeling alone...hopeless...empty. I don't share those feelings with others because it's easier to isolate and withdraw than to reach out. I know this, too, shall pass but in the meantime, it really doesn't feel good at all.So, Mom, let me tell you how the darkness began to lift this morning. I received an e-mail from a friend in Nevada about 9 a.m. She had forwarded this attachment: http://pixiesplace.com/trainride/.
Talk about synchronicity! Between the train ride and the chimes I could feel your love, feel your presence. I could feel the mix of tears and the warmth of sunlight on my face. I opened my eyes and saw the beauty of the moment. I opened my heart and felt the moment. It was as though the universe opened and I could hear you talking about your train rides.
And, how you loved those train rides! Actually, you loved any kind of ride. Each time was like watching a child at the carnival. Your joy, your laughter - each moment was so infectiously happy.
Ten months - seems like only yesterday but yet another lifetime. I am so fortunate to have had you in my past, my present and my future. I will continue to honor you, to honor your teachings and guidance, to honor each moment you ring the chimes as I take this train ride.
I love you, Mom.
Joyce
