Letter from Mother

Well another day, And getting up seems to be harder even then yesterday. Age is creeping in and reminding me. Although looking out.From the inside I feel 20yrs old. And then I pass a mirror and think whats that.

Oh yes me. But not in the spiritual plain one is always young there.

I find it interesting that I should feel the same then as I do now. What game is this . Who playes this game. Not I. Yet here I am.

Perhaps this is what it is. I am still there in that place. Where I could do. And could be. And still able to.

Now I can but tell you how to do it. Or how to long for it. This ticks most people of. You hear them say. Thinks she can do every thing. Sigh:::

The thing is I know how to do all these things. My body has betrayed me. It can no longer do these things it did in its youth. betrayed: No one is listening. No one wants to learn. No one wants to find out what life was and is now.

Not the slightest bit interested.

To be able to speak of love. To be able to speak of the glory of your wee moments in time. The shadows and the sorrows. The pain beyond all pain. The mistakes made over and over trying to get it right.Now its right. I got it right.But I am old. How else to get it right but grow old.

But no one is listening no one wants to know.

After all what could they possibly learn from an old women.

I spend my day At The Masters feet hoping with all my heart that I am right with Him. And He with me.

He blessess me in all I am now. And I am young again in Him.And now I grow again. Bliss He is there.

The fog is gentle almost white, The deer very still. An He walks with me in this garden His.

Small sweet conversation of life with Him now. The wonder of love.Peace so Complete. Beyond all explanation.

If you could see my heart full. Wordless tender perfection.If one could reach in and wash in that tender misty rose place. And be full.

Here is wisdom

Grow Old