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  • Though the tears swim back up my cheeks and into my eyes
    I remember my prayers, the hours and the wonderous tempo, I have because of her.
    So many joys, the list would end up recounting this crazy life as it is , so far.
    She took her Idea of Mother, as sacred ground belonging to eternity and her thoughts of god
    folded my hands in my mind, taught me how to love and how to laugh when recognizing so many circles
    showed me some of the spires I might climb as she reminded me of how to fall
    made sure of my diligent studies, lessons that grew into something that would last (she wondered often about how bad my spelling was and even worse, my writing)
    Explained the seasons, the movement of gentleness although she showed me the fist and how to hunt
    Took cars apart , rode a harley, explained what it was , to defend my life and my heart.

    Mom... explained freedom, history of what really happens between the lives of Men, made me garden, cook and sew, wash floors once a weeek so I might practice humility.Made me read Socretes, Homer, Plato Aurilleas's Meditions of Man, Seth Speaks, Tulku's Nature of Reality , dickenson, and Plath and made me explain to her, what it all meant, while all the time pretending not to understand. ( A simple trick, that led me on)
    Went to battle the schools, Damm nuns who hit me, followed by beatings at the hands of priests at the church, the cops and anyone else if she thought I wasn't wrong.
    god help me , when I was... Made it clear, what a Real apology was.
    Came a few times to get my blood cleaned up, Home Welfare thought it was her. It never was, (nor my dad) She tapped my head with a real hard thick gold ring a few times, getting my attention back on What Important means and what it really was.

    Explained to me about girls and later shared what a woman really loves.. Honor women, protect them, if I could. Be a friend. Live the truth, help others if possible, don't carry a grudge... Explained who jesus was, equaly explained Bhudda and Mohamad, Sidhartha and many other stories of enlightened ones
    I always knew, she was a wonderful person , while reminding me to take the garbage out and don't forget to do the dishes and cleanup after my friends. Try not to hurt anyone unless the time comes when you need to defend. That it was Human to cry.

    Lent me away from school so I could study art, made me understand that there were many types of strength and one day, she knew, i would need them all.
    She loved my brothers and sisters and her husband. Together they created simple wonders that come from caring and acting on the possible, without any messages of giving up any of our dreams...as long as our chores were done.

    So this morning I made a few loaves of sourdough bread, mixed more pesto, made ready for homemade pizza too. tomatoes and herbs were her favorites too!
    She showed me how to push my own wheel, bound my heart to very early mornings in wonderment and suggested that there was a life without fear, made sure I grew up tougher than steel...
    Saved all my postcards from hundreds of places she would never see...Everyone started .. Dear MOM andd ended with , I LOVE YOU..

    Thanks jasmine... .. Today is a day of feeling memory, honoring classes That she begun, going outside and filling my eyes up with the last of the flower's contained sun... a little sadness, among the lesssons, I still strive to learn as she gave them to me, with all her heart...

    peace.
    hop
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