M. Heart posted this peaceful picture of Kwan Yin (?). On Friday at ten M. Heart sat before the candle in peaceful contemplation. In another post M. Heart quoted Jack Kerouac.
"What is the feeling when you're driving away from people,
and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?
it's the too huge world vaulting us, but we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."
My college friend S. sent these lovely flowers for Mom and me from the Dakotas. I light this candle every morning for Mom and Dad.
Nestled in the flowers were these two sweet birds.
A lovely color on a winter day.
Soulbrush, in London, painted this heart for Mom. It is so beautiful, with Mom's figure behind the heart. The bottom lines look like tears to me.
Marianne from the Netherlands posted this heart mandala she painted. The hearts go round and round in the circle game.
Karen Mowry painted this flying heart. Mom is with the angels now, she is an angel.
Human Being wrote this poem which I read at the burial.
Mother, you will shine forever
My abode is naught but an empty nest,
Her sun set and her soul chose to rest.
But deliberately and watchfully
Bestowing her warmth
To those whom she shone upon a lifetime
Making sure they will remain
Green and joyous
In the night of her absence.
It's cold and dark now
Yet I know
You will rise tomorrow
On my canvas...in my art
To shine and warm
My world and my heart.
Andrea in Paris posted a Miss Doodle painting and these words from Andrea's advent calendar.
"You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow and grief from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair."
And many many others sent beautiful prayers and thoughts in the comments sections of my posts about Mom. Or in emails. Many said they would think of Mom at ten on Friday. The burial went fine, just myself and my brother and the funeral director were there. The graveyard didn't seem so desolate that day. I bought an evergreen wreath to place on top of the grave site as it will not be planted with grass until spring. Now we will choose a tombstone, also to wait until the ground thaws in the spring.
Again I thank you all for your lovely words and thoughts and your response to Mom's death. I hold every one of you dear. Love, Suki