Listen To Your Mother
Failsafe advice from the woman who gave you life.
While we are on the subject of listening, I just have to share my thoughts on a subject near and dear to my heart – my mother, Leah.
While we are on the subject of listening, I just have to share my thoughts on a subject near and dear to my heart – my mother, Leah.
Do you remember those lyrics from the 1988 song; The Living Years*?
You’ve most likely heard that song a hundred times or more – but did you actually listen to it?
It is the ‘forgotten factor’ in happiness research, according to some.
Making connections.
Fostering and nurturing connections.
As a spider weaves her web she connects one strand to another. In the weaving and connection, the web becomes stronger.
Together we are creating controversial conversation and that is awesome!
It goes like this: May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
I am reminded of my paternal grandmother, Mary, a proud Irish immigrant and a fine woman, who passed on when I was a very young girl. I can still remember her round, smiling face, hair neatly pulled back in a bun. I think about the many grandparents who come through during readings for clients, offering words of encouragement, wisdom and hope.
I ran across this quote, which is lovingly hand painted and was displayed on a wall hanging at a recovery shop in P-Town.
We were winding down a weekend getaway and in a totally blissed out state, when low and behold, Buddha spoke to me.
This striking piece of art stopped me in my tracks.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when you just have to surrender.
Time when resistance is futile.
We can hang on for dear life and insist all is well.
Insist we don’t have a problem, or care, or concern about _______________________ (fill in the blank).
Success is defined as an achievement of intention or the achievement of something planned or attempted; something that turns out well.
(That used to happen to me over and over and over again. After all – no one loves you like your mother and no one knows you like your mother.)