Dec. 30, 2009. "...and when my soul quest fails I have never concluded that the cosmos is inert, only that I am a toxic (wo)man with a bent antennae." Jenkinson.
Our much loved Lamaya tells us she has a daddy in heaven. She is like a precious gift he packed and wrapped and left behind. We see Brandon in her but we don't expect her tiny feet to fill his large shoes. She is on her own journey... but sometimes we walk together.
Yogananda repeats my grandmother who urged me "sit quietly and listen." There is so much to be heard in the silence. Mae Sarton wrote, "... this year I am starved for solitude and silence." Yes, it can happen that life bustles with what is nonessential and the heart hungers for a quiet place.
Our much loved Lamaya tells us she has a daddy in heaven. She is like a precious gift he packed and wrapped and left behind. We see Brandon in her but we don't expect her tiny feet to fill his large shoes. She is on her own journey... but sometimes we walk together.
Yogananda repeats my grandmother who urged me "sit quietly and listen." There is so much to be heard in the silence. Mae Sarton wrote, "... this year I am starved for solitude and silence." Yes, it can happen that life bustles with what is nonessential and the heart hungers for a quiet place.
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