I have heard it said that to give is to receive… and to receive is to accept. Sometimes I place a wall of resistance against receiving the gift offered. However, when I am open to receive I naturally offer acceptance in return. Life does not conform to my preconceived notions of what should be. Darn! Perhaps, it is as simple as the wind messing my hair or pressing matters that arise to diverge from my planned course for the day. Yet, when I let go of my expectations and accept life as it is, I may discover the hidden gift that is in all.
Your blessing reminds me of the beautiful Sanskrit greeting called Namaste, “I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One.”
Wishing everyone a peace filled weekend!

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There is an elderly woman who I have never met but we speak often by phone. She has cancer with mets to her brain, bones and throughout her body. Her speech is affected and although her words come out in a bumpy way, there is a little laugh that trails behind each stuttering utterance that is so endearing to me. I call to ask how she is managing with the pain. It is intense when she tries to get up from the chair. I try to offer suggestions to ease her pain but she is adamantly resists taking pain medication. She is away for two weeks visiting her daughter’s family and grandchildren. I call to check in, she is sleeping but I have chance to talk with her daughter. “Mom has energy in the morning. She makes busy washing my dishes and cleaning my house. Then she sleeps the rest of the day. I tell her not to, that I don’t need her to help but there is no stopping her. She goes in the bathroom and closes the door. I can’t see her but I know she is down on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. It is so hard because I don’t want her to do this.” I say, “I guess it is her way of expressing her love, and what a beautiful love that is.”
I think about the many trips home to visit my mom. The many times she wanted to fix something for me to eat. “No mom, I am fine, no I can fix my own sandwich, no, you don’t need you to wait on me.” I would feel frustrated by her continuous attempts to get me to eat something! As you can see, I did not accept her gift of love very well. Ah, my mom is 93 now and no longer able to fix me meals. I’d like to think that I would receive her gift differently now, if I had the chance. Soon I will visit my mom and I look to lovingly receive her gifts during our precious little time together.
Funny, how now my son John loses his patience with me when I dote on him and worry about his safety.

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