Do Not Rush Me Please…
Grief…
Is a manifestation of love and respect
To honor the gift of companionship
Bestowed on us by those who have passed.
Grief is a Kitten
Grief is a kitten wanting to toy with you
One moment a blanket of purring fuzzy love,
Contentedly crashed out on top of your chest, with her tail in your face.
The next its claws tear bloody scars across your aching heart,
Bound to heal over time,
But hurting like hell in the meantime.
A Cracked Heart
It is a dark grey day outside as I look this truth squarely in the eye: Two nights ago, my soul sister Lillian Pearl Bridges passed, a month after I lost my dog. Making a heavy year heavier yet.
She was surrounded by pure love in her passing, physically by her sons and daughter-in-law, and energetically by a giant tidal wave of love from countless people whose lives she has touched.
Liquid Love and Human Evil
…Today, I sit with love, I hold love, for the children holding their grandparents’ hands, who know not what is happening. Who have no tools to process the bloodshed, so once again, trauma gets perpetuated down the ancestral line. I hold love for my Arab and Jewish friends, the mothers and fathers and healers, the sons and daughters and lovers and neighbors and friends. May God send you a tiny moment of strength, and love, and beauty, in spite of it all…
Just Fine in a Tsunami
“Don’t worry! I knew this was coming. It is exactly what is meant to happen. And we shall be just fine.”
All we need is love… love… love…
I woke up on this first morning of the New Year a bit later than usual with John Lennon's song in my head, and it's been with me every since:
Love, love, love! Love, love, love! Love, love, love!
All you need is love! All you need is love!
All you need is love, love! Love is all you need!
Help Kids Be Who They Are
Guest blog by Lillian Pearl Bridges (www.lotusinstitute.com): As a mother, I wanted the best for my two sons and still do, even though they are now adults. I too read all the parenting books to look for the best advice on how to be a good parent. And of course the first person I turned to was my mother. I was raised in a Chinese family, but luckily I didn’t have a Tiger Mother, with incredibly high standards for education. I had the Dragon Mother instead!