It's getting harder and harder for me to remember what my lawn and my rock garden and my flower beds look like. There's over 20" of snow b/w green and me. So as I was snow blowing and shoveling yet again today, I wondered what those Peonies that I planted last summer are doing deep, deep under ground. Will they survive and spring to life again? Then that made me think about reincarnation and the circle of life and breaking free. Part of me wants to think that Mom's spirit has been born again in some infant born on December 10, 2009; to think that her "little light" is shining again in a newborn who will bring joy to all around her. Maybe someday, 18 or 20 years from now, I'll have that person in one of my classes. And as an old professor about to retire, I can share w/ that person the light of my mother. I want it to be possible for Mom's soul to be w/ God, while her spirit lives on w/ us here. After all, nothing God or Yahweh or Allah (I believe they are all one) has created really dies. The leaves that fall in the autumn simply provide room for the new growth in the spring. Those Peonies and Coreopsis and Sweet Peas are patiently waiting...gathering strength.
I don't want my memories of Mom to become so buried by the seasons that I forget how she looked and sounded and felt. Each time I think or write about her, she is reincarnated. A life well lived is one that is reborn in the hearts and minds of everyone she touched.
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