Monday, February 11, 2008
Along the ride home from his house, I could feel Mom’s energy jumping off the pages of the miscellaneous papers in the box next to me. Family recipes, old Christmas and birthday cards, and envelopes of photographs that never made it to her photo albums were the legacy she left. I felt an immediate sense of peace just having the box near me, and it was like she was right there in the car.
This was the first time I could actually feel the energy of the presence of someone who passed. That feeling caught me completely off guard, and caused for a lapse in judgment and I had to slam on the brakes, stopping just short of a red light. The box fell off the seat, and a piece of paper flew out. I pulled the car over and parked.
When I touched the paper and brought it up to read, I saw that it was my mother’s handwriting. I no sooner mouthed the words “Hi, Mom,” when I felt immediately surrounded by a warmth that I can only define as a feeling of unconditional love. I looked down at the paper in my hand. It was a recipe for the Easter meat pie Mom used to make special for that holiday. I thought about the significance and realized the message at once. Easter marks the ascension of Jesus Christ. This was my mother’s way of telling me she was okay. I nodded my understanding in silent communication. As soon as I did, the feeling went away and I knew I was alone again in the car. But now something was different. I had invited someone from the other side and she had accepted my invitation. I was now a willing communicator with the energy of the other side.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
I used to roll my eyes heavenward every time my Mother put a new spin on and old superstition….or “stupid-stitions” as we kids called them. She had the kind of reasoning that put a positive spin on everything.
One afternoon, while having a relaxing cup of tea with her in the dining room, we were discussing the birth of my first nephew. I had made the comment that it rained on the day he was born, and I thought that to not be a good sign.
Mom put her cup back down into the saucer slowly and smiled. “On the contrary. God was actually shedding tears of joy at the birth.”
“Then how do you explain that it rained on my wedding day, and I am now divorced?”
It was her turn to roll her eyes heavenward. “Rain is not always a bad sign, Linda. No sign is good or bad. They are confirmations.” She lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip before continuing. “God was weeping tears of regret that you entered into that marriage. So the divorce, to me, was no surprise.”
I thought about this and in now, 20 years or so later, I know exactly what she meant. I supposed in Mom’s world, you really can win for losing!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Women only got the right to vote in the United States in 1920. Some of us have mothers and grandmothers who were born around that time, so it’s not that long ago, which I find amazing in terms of the big picture. Voting is the number one thing you can do to ensure your rights in this country. It is your voice, and the only one we presently have to speak to our government and show them we mean business.
For me, it is even more important because I am about to be a part of yet another historical event in our country. I am so proud to be witnessing a woman running for office of President of the United States!
Maya Angelou has come out in support of Hillary Clinton. In the new radio commercial featuring her encouraging and captivating voice, Maya Angelou says:
“As a child, Hillary Clinton was taught that all God’s children are equal, so as a mother she understood that her child wasn’t safe unless all children were safe.
I know what kind of president Hillary Clinton will be because I know who she is. Hillary Clinton has always been a strong woman and a passionate protector of families. For 35 years, that’s exactly what she has been doing.
Each generation of African Americans stands on the shoulders of those who came before. Today, the challenges facing us threaten the dreams we have had for our children. We need a president with the experience and strength to meet those challenges.
I am inspired by Hillary Clinton’s commitment and courage — a daughter, a wife, a mother — my girl.”
We no longer have to wait for the world to change…change starts when we have a First Laddy in the White House (and I am not misspelling the word.)
Like Kiann in Florida wrote me: "Hillary Opens People’s Eyes and that spells Hope.”