As my mom was taking her last breaths (I knew this when others couldn't acknowledge it yet), she shrugged off her Power in the world. I couldn't / wouldn't let her not know...I desperately needed her to KNOW that SHE CREATED CHANGE...she held love, unconditional love, she saw potential, she gave room for growth, she allowed suffering for us to be refined...she was a midwife through and through and allowed contractions, rest, expansion, more contraction, more rest, more expansion that facilitated the birth of something IN US, for us, but more, a Highest expression. I needed her to know her value as she released herSelf into the Story...it spoke to me of Kingdom Come. She lived her life representing Life well.
"I know you're not perfect" I said. "You also taught me a lot about Grace and forgiveness."
How would I know to question authority and think from my mind, later to align to Big Mind? No, not perfect, but my goodness, as close as she had the capacity to be.
Isn't that our hope? To be as close to the Design? May we know our Design more...may we BE ourSelves...and make room for others to too. This last bit of her clay was given to me this week by her dear friend, a pottery sister. A treasure for me...and many...we'll never know how far reaching...