Today would have been my mom's 84th birthday. I miss her. She always put the comfort and safety of others above her own. If you ever went to her house, she fed you. Immediately. And if my sister or I dropped a snack, we'd hear, "it's ok, I'll eat the one that fell on the floor." I will always be grateful for her sacrifices, presence, love and care which have shaped who we are today.
“My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.”
― Maya Angelou, Mom & Me & Mom
Jobs fill your pocket...
I love this - money and success are important but experiences and adventures make memories that fill your soul. Make sure you make time to explore!
Reflections on Love: The Soul Survivor
This is different than our usual posts. But I (Ann here) feel it's important. As a culture, we tend to avoid talking about death, yet it is a reality that no one can escape. This piece was written by my friend Leslie Kazadi after the death of our friend Diana. May it speak to your heart. This is what love looks like...
Here is the link to the poem: http://www.yogapoetica.com/dve/2017/3/1/love-the-soul-survivor
