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 It is all the Same                                March 3, 2009
 
 
 
It is 2 AM in warm, beautiful Florida while the rest of the country is
enduring sub degree, blizzard conditions.  Hard to imagine when you are
yearning for the AC to kick on.  My entire being is dedicated to my 86 year old
mother as I sit by her bedside holding her hand as she is answering the calls of my
father who passed away 4 months ago.   She is calling me the enduring name,
"Daddy" as she struggles to take each breathe.  Once in awhile she will
open her eyes and recognize that it is me when she smiles and says, "I love
you my darling, more than you could ever know."  

It has been an exhausting time emotionally as well as physically.  I am amazed
at my physical resilience as I assist her every half hour around the clock to go
to the bathroom and back. This process in itself takes a half hour, and when I finally
get her comfortable, 5 minutes later, we start again.  I am so thankful, when she
rests a full 2 hours occasionally. She is beyond exhaustion as well.   This has been
the scene of reality for me for the past 2 weeks.  I ask myself what is the truth in all of this.  It is
difficult for me to sort when I can also see beyond this dimension and I am
constantly witnessing the spiritual support that is lifting us both through the moment
by moment difficulties.  My questions are numerous as well as the answers.

In a moment of awareness, she asked me if she has been calling me, "Daddy". 
I told her yes and asked her if she "sees" him.  Yes is her answer.  She says that
he is telling her, "Come on Hon, you have to go now.  Mommy, do you want to go? 
Yes, she cries.  I hold her hand and stroke her face and tell her to close her eyes
and allow the angels to lift her into the arms of God.  I pray that it happens now,
before I need to get on a plane to fly home in 5  My heart aches to be with her as
she makes her final journey. I can only trust that it will be what it needs to be.  

My truth is peace.  Even within all the uncertainty, I can feel the underlying
energy of peace.  I remind myself to let go of everything else and allow that peace
to permiate it all.  This peace is the presence of God eternal within.  As the
physical body breaks away and deteriates all that is left is the core of who we really
are.  The question now becomes what did we do with that truth while we were living.

A 19 year old dedicated sweetheart that would go way beyond what she needed to
do into her heart to where she wanted to do.  They would sing to each other with
alternating verses, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine".  

Thank you, Lord, you have been so good to me.  Thank you for my daughters,
 I know that I am not their real mother, but thank you for letting me be their
earth mother.   I pray to the dear Lord to bless all the people that have been so
good to Daddy and I .

A True Celebration

We are all an individual soul, traveling our own individual journey of life,
but what we choose affects the collective whole and the individual lives of
many.  One soul, one life in particular had the most amazing affect on many lives.
Each person that was gifted to have their life touch by hers was then able to send that
magical touch to many others.  

That is the true celebration. that within our living we affect a positive change
within the world.  Many die younger than others and still can have the same affective
gift of peace and love that they have left forever here.  On the other side, there is an
amazing gift of life that the elderly contribute that is sometimes overlooked.  

 
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