2009 05 03
Brothers and Sisters,
The Sunday Morning Church of ATTENTION
Happy Mothers Day
Of all things we humans have in common, every one of us had a mother. With the exception of an alien I once met at a particularly amusing dinner party, all of us have passed thru the loins of a female as the only entry to Planet Earth. Some of my best buddi’s have even been the holy vehicle for Earth entry.
At my blog-awesage.blogspot/com Dec 9, 2008, I outlined a meaningful Mother process used in The SAGE Experience. This is a powerful method to stop being your mother and be yourself.
My Mom was the prime caregiver, nourisher, teller of stories, cleaner of messes, warden, teacher, cook, chauffeur, friend, and a full spectrum of beliefs about how you can be and what YOUR mother should be.
My mother left her body 8 years ago. She left most of her beliefs from my body at SAGE during the parent process, but there are memories, traits, love, I can still feel. There is wisdom I can access, or ignore.
With mom I can trace my being to source.
My Mom taught me how to catch grounders, iron shirts, wear a vest, or roll up a sweater to look cool. She sent me to dance class, Little League, made me get up at 3am to pick beans & berries, bailed me out of jail, loaned money, and harbored no resentment toward the cards she was dealt. I imitate her doing crossword puzzles, being in a rush to go anywhere, to ‘not saying anything at all if you can’t say something nice.’ She knew the ‘that’s nice joke’, had a mouth like a sailor, said yes to doing something fun and accepting the suffering life served. I can feel her wanting the best for me, being excited when I won, keeping a stiff upper lip at my losses and sadness. As I sculpt her memories she becomes a saint in her giving and acceptance.
So have a Happy Mothers Day, that’s what my Mom wanted for me, to be happy. Maybe that’s the best present to give, as Harry Palmer says, “Each moment you are happy is a gift to the rest of the world.”
Namaste
Gary