Murder Of Crows

Murder Of Crows

Murder Of Crows
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Been known to annoy humans, but mostly misunderstood. In mythology, the crow symbolizes integrity and doing unto others as we would like them to do to us. Crow teaches us to know ourselves beyond the limitations of one-dimensional thinking and laws. It is about bringing magic into our lives. This animal teaches to appreciate the many dimensions both of reality and ourselves, and to learn to trust our intuition and personal integrity. There is magic wherever crows are. They give us the message that there is magic alive in our world and this magic is ours to use and create a new world for ourselves with.

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APRIL 14, 2012 7:31PM

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"Happy New Year!"

It is April 13th, her 86th birthday and we are sitting across from each other in a hard wooden booth at Thai restaurant, waiting for our Number 57 with one and one-half stars.  

"New Year?"  I say. 

"Well, I read it in the paper, I think.  It's the Jewish New Year," she responds.

She is slowly leaving.  It embarrasses her to be reminded her mind is running through some field, getting snagged on the barbs of the wire fencing trying in vain to contain it.   Sometimes, I am the barbs attempting to keep her here.  It is a Sisyphusean task; all I can really do is try to make each transition safer for her, easier for her.

Does it really matter that it's not any kind of New Year, or that she can't handle her finances any longer, or that nothing I can do will alter the course of her journey toward death?  

"We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sail." (Old Kenyan saying)

Adjusting the sail, for me, means stepping fully into her present, accepting who and where she is right now, allowing the shift in dependence in our relationship.  Reminding her of what she does not remember or can no longer do is as much a punishment as scolding an old dog for not keeping up on the long walks you used to take together.  

Adjusting the sail is a small act of mercy, of grace.  It isn't easy.  But it is yet another of her many gifts to me as a mother.  She is still teaching me.

"Happy New Year, Mom.  I love you."

 

 

Mom

 

  Mom at 16, Sullivan High School, Chicago, Illinois, 1942

 

 

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You're a good daughter, MOC. xo
Being with my mother during her last years, while difficult because of serious health issues, was a time of huge expansive love. Your mother's photo is just gorgeous. She looks full of joy.
r./
this gorgeous thing made me cry - for your mom and mine and all those snags i didn't handle as well as i could have. xo
Thank you. That quote will stay with me forever.
Oh, you get to me with this. Like scolding an old dog, indeed.
I understand this completely and believe I've shared a similar experience with my own mother. A tender and true post.
You and your Mom are priceless! Thanks for sharing her with us.
Thank you so much for sharing this about your mom. I have just been with my 93 yr old mom and she is sharp as a tack but with a few rough edges. I mentioned last time I was with her the saying that "you need to be nice to your kids because they help you in your old age". She told me that it hurt her feelings. I told her I am here for her no matter what. Never good enough tho. I never have been and never will be. Sounds like you are good enough and that sounds like love. You are a lucky person.
Thanks for this and that Kenyan saying.
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Beautiful in all ways, daughter, mom, life.
Touching. Thank you.
Your mom had a wonderful daughter with a voice of clarity.
Thank you dear.
A good post to start my morning off right.
This is beautiful. You cause me to remember my Mother. When I 'say' Thank You . . .
I really mean that.
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This was her favorite season.
She's pick those purple violets.
They are yellow hued. Beauty.
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I've pondered sharing Photos.
I almost 'cut & pasted' Photos.
I almost shared the wedding,
my parents loved Beauty.
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I almost shared a Photo.
It was Mother's Coffin.
It was 'bent-kerf' Cherry.
Mom's Coffin was Beauty.
Mu son helped Construct.
But I Changed My Mind.
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It was a Civil War Style.
Wild Cherry & White.
It had a Five Star on Top.
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It symbolizes Grief.
It's to Look Aloft.
View The Skies.
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I recall a poem . . .
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Forget Me Not -
by Wendell Berry -
Maybe Google -
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I Love this Poem =
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The Lilies -
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Amid the grey trunks of a ancient tree we found
the grey woodland lilies nodding on there stems.
frail and fair, so delicately balanced in the air
held or moved then as they stood or moved.
The ground that slept beneath us woke in them
and made a music of the light, as it had waked
and sung in fragile things unnumbered years,
and left their kind no less symmetrical and fair
for all their time. Does my land have the health
of this, where nothing falls but into life?
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I needed this (Your Poem Today) Beauty Today.
Thank You Etcetera . . .
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Blaise Pascal wrote . . .
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For after all what is man in nature?
A nothing in relation to infinity all
in relation to nothing, a central point
between nothing and all and infinity
far from understanding either.
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I wonder why some folk despise Beauty.
a nasty brute despises children, adults,
and all humans over six who wear pink.
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No hate those who wear pink flip-flops.
Wear green snorkel face-mask to market.
Wear a polka dot bikini to he White House.
Thanks . . .
I gotta get.
Maybe later?
I am not sure.
I an glad I read.
I shut gizmo off.
Then I came back,
I was spared what you're going through, Murder. I am grateful for that. My best to you and your Mum.
This is a jewel, Robin. Perfectly told. I know this because of the lump it's left in my throat.
Oops, my apologies for the "Robin," MOC. Your crows had brought to mind Robin Robinson, whose work here I also greatly admire.
Lovely and profound. I want you to write more and more and more. Selfish me.
I seem to have followed Art and found your words. Lovely leader he is.
Thank you for your grace.
Clearly, she did a great job with you. R.