Usually, before Mother's Day I sit down with my feelings and I feel them. I write. As a "motherless daughter" celebrating her sixth Mother's Day sans a Mom, you'd think that by now I would know what I need on this particular day of the year. I didn't sit down and write this year.Perhaps that was mis-step numero uno. :: It's a complicated day. There are commercials and feelings.Sappy posts and guilt.It's like the world turns varying shades of pink ("my colors are blush and ...
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I want to be a whisper-hearer. I want to keenly hear the sometimes inaudible hints that light our paths, that shape our lives. My Mom used to tell me that God whispers, whispers, whispers to get our attention – really subtle-like. If we heard the message, if we were open to outside leading, we would hear it. We'd receive it. But, she would tell me, if you don't respond to the whisper, whisper, whisper... you're going to get a THUMP. Basically, you're walking down the road and a piano ...
