There is nothing as hard as being a motherless mother.
~ said Rosemary to Faith
The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan. The pines and the willows know soon we will part. There's a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken, and love that will always remain in my heart.
My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter and the magic of moving as one. And time will remember long ever after the moonlight and music and dancing are done.
Will we climb the hills once more? Will we walk the woods together? Will I fell you holding me close once again? Will every song we've sung stay with us forever? Will you dance in my dreams or my arms till then?
Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping. Over the lake the stars shine. They wonder if you and I will be keeping the magic and the music or leave them behind.
~Ashokan Farewell lyrics, Jay Ungar & Molly Mason copyright 1982
Mom,|
I woke up with a song in my head.
It's happening. The music is returning.
I love you,Me
This year's Mother's Day bouquet, now reduced to baby's breath sprays, three ruby edged carnations, and a handful of purple paper wildflower stems gave 3 weeks of joy and beauty.
This year's Mother's Day brought a flood of memories with it: like the time on the back stoop when I showed up without a gift and I had to explain that in sobriety it's one day at a time, regardless of holidays - and I loved her even if I didn't have a gift for her. And my mom understood and did not disapprove of me.
And the last Saturday we spent together, just talking for 7 hours.
Although we were not far apart in age, my riding instructor felt like my No. 2 mother. Many of the women and girls and boys at the riding stable said the same. She had that effect on everyone, including the sheep and goats. She was simply in charge, the best caretaker of all, and shared her heart with all.
Kim would teach a lesson and usually have a scripture to go alongside - being courageous, honoring the Lord, enjoying God's creation, overcoming character defects, doing things with excellence, practicing patience - always helpful and encouraging.
Kim,
I heard you when you told me to choose Better not bitter. And I am. I love you,Me
In this crazy, world gone mad it is peculiar that the music has returned.
Mom, If I had the power to bring you back to me - I would not. I do still miss you terribly, sometimes daily. But Mom, you fought the good fight of Faith. You paved the way for me to follow into Salvation - because you shared your walk with me.
When I asked you if you are afraid - you said:
"No, Ginger.
I know who
my Heavenly Father
is."
This, above all - I honor and respect you and love you for. I want you to know how much your unconditional love for me meant those last three years. Although it has taken me 27 years to rise and be the Ginger you knew and loved - it has finally happened.
I welcome the music for wherever it takes me now and I pray that I continue the music 'until we meet again.' I love you with all my heart.
There are closure to some chapters of my book, and new chapters are showing.
Life has a way of turning and twisting unexpectedly, perhaps by invitation and perhaps not. The journey of re-balance. The journey of HERE.
Flamingo It! not with super flounce but with heartfelt commemoration to those who have gone before us and left their mark indelibly in our hearts.
The intro starts. The melody begins.
The bowing commences.
The music returns.
And, this time -it's going somewhere New.