We have a day to honor mothers and one for fathers and yet I sit here today feeling enveloped by my mother who passed away in February 2005.  She is here with me, in me, with her sweet smile and desire always for peace.  

I used to think she should be stronger in judgment, or what I preferred to call discernment, but now I understand.  There is a place of letting go, of gentle strength, the Mr. Rogers type of strength.

I revel in her knowing these words of Nipun Mehta.  

Surrender isn’t a sacrifice of the known but rather a celebration of the infinite.

There are many cars on the train we are on, and we can’t see and seam them all at one time but my mother is here.

Multitudes in One

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