"Happy Resurrection from Fear to Love, from grief to joy,
from ego to Field, from separation to Unity. You are Loved
and kept in the Light."
This email from my beloved spiritual teacher greeted me this Easter morning. I wanted to share it's loveliness with you, dear readers. And these Tennessee Redbuds! Aren't they lovely, too? For me, they are one of the joys of springtime in Tennessee. They start out as small, orchid, multi-petaled flowers budding and lining the slender limbs of these small-in-stature trees that line highways and roadsides. They follow the Bradford Pears' burst into white, voluminous blooms. Then, trailing the Redbuds are the cherry tree blossoms ranging from milky to girly-girl pink. Together, they sing amid the heavenly backdrop of a spring-blue sky, creating a cacophony of soul-joyous color for about a week or so. When our uncommon "sprinter" melted into the premature warmth of summer last month, their flowers all arrived a month early. Then all of the sudden, the flowers of the Redbuds disappeared and in their place, one day, these tiny garnet leaves budded jewel-like themselves when shot with a ray of sweet, golden sun. Glory. Glory.
The Easter/Passover holiday for us has been soulfully sweet. Hope so for you too. Eh?
I knew. Doctors told me I most likely could not have a child. I had four serrugies and a lot of scar tissue. My husband and I submitted and let God take over.I knew the day Christopher was concieved. I knew that God had a plan for someone like me and my husband to love and take care of Christopher.He is our miracle. He changes everyones’ lives who meet him. His smile is a great blessing. I am humbled by this experience, however rough it has been. I knew that while I was working as an ER nurse, someday I would work with children with special needs. I had an affinity to them and here we are with an autistic child. I knew I would advocate for them and become a loyal warrior for other parents perhaps suffering and needing help to cope. It’s a gift, you see.We have met the most wonderful people too. What could be a greater gift than to be around such caring people who find ways to help and support each other.I will leave this Earth, someday, knowing I was given a gift and not a burden.What the hell is Normal anyway???? You are all my heros. The parents that don’t give up. God bless you all. Love, Holly