One day, their mother led them to a hill. Beyond the mountain, they could see a shining road edged with trees and golden gates flung wide open.
And mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey.
Now, I know the end is better than the beginning. My children can walk with dignity and pride, and with their heads held high, so can their children after them.
And the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.”
And they watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her.
And they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”
The funeral was exactly the way my grandmother wanted.
She pre-paid and planned it all before she died.
Always the forward-thinking woman, no one would be able to leave any details out.
The rose garden was to be her final resting place.
She’d say, “Where else would I want to be? These roses have helped me create beautiful paintings that will live on in the homes of many long after I’m gone.”
Her garden was magical. She could grow colorful varieties.
I’m sure she’s looking down at us and saying, “Pick up a paintbrush and make magic happen.”
In browsing through some of my posts, I came across this one on LOVE from 2016. Today is February 28, 2022, and the last day of the month of LOVE. I thought I’d repost it. Its insightful, touching, and profound, as most fables are. Because of the recent events in the news, we need to focus on LOVE for ourselves and others.
Namaste I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of Love, and of Truth, of Light and of Peace. When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me. We are One.
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 