I remember Momma holding me in her arms, while gently swinging on a swing set in our backyard. I remember the warmth of the sun, the scent of her freshness from the soap she had used and the soothing tones of her voice.
I remember taking evening walks holding Momma’s hand, talking of angels and enjoying the beauty of the sunsets.
I remember riding on Daddy’s shoulders, secure in the foundation he provided for me, in giving me a lift up to see the world.
I remember sharing Daddy’s joy, when he experienced the confirmation of his prayers of faith, as he sat in his hospital bed and heard the news he had only 6 months left to live. Daddy had always prayed to know ahead of time and to depart before Momma.
I remember giggles of glee from my young son, as he sat on my lap and we slid thumpty thump thump down the stairs.
I remember the look of absolute love, adoration and gratitude on my husband’s face as I handed him our newborn daughter.
I remember holding my daughter in my arms as I gently rocked her back forth in our big rocking chair.
I remember having a skittles eating contest with my kids, seeing how many we could jam into our mouths and chew at a time.
I remember my daughter and I both looking like ghosts from our flour fight in the kitchen.
I remember the feel and the smell of the rich earth when I planted seeds in my garden.
I remember the feel of the breeze on my skin.
I remember the feel of raindrops splashing on me in the middle of a spring shower and the freshness in the air after it was over.
All of these moments are within me, wherever I go and whatever I do.
What if…
Eternity is made up of an Infinite number of such Everlasting moments?
CordieB
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Sue Ann Edwards
March 26th, 2008 - 1:21 pm
How wonderful it is that eternity never ends…………
March 26th, 2008 - 5:26 pm
Always is always…isn’t it a trip?
March 26th, 2008 - 9:36 pm
What wonderful memories! I am especially touched by those you have of you and your parents. I have very few of those, but I have many of other experiences with husband, goddaughter, friends, pets, and self. You provide a wonderful reminder to stop and bring those magical moments forward in my mind from time to time. I don’t do that enough.
I think that one level you are correct about eternity being an infinite number of everlasting moments. But I tend to think that when we reach that level its about all our moments of rich experience, those we would currently label as “good” and those we would currently label as “bad.” Eventually it all just becomes experience and we are able to relish the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful, etc. with equal delight.
Thanks for sharing!
March 27th, 2008 - 1:29 am
Smiling.
The title of my blog is “Always embraces all ways”.
For the specific reason that I put forward, as you have expressed, that whether a moment is happy or sad, it is a Present, a Gift.
The memory of being on my father’s shoulders is a strong one. John F. Kennedy made a ‘whistle stop’ on his way to Chicago during his campaign. He stepped to the caboose and made his speech. As I listened perched on top of my dad’s shoulders.
March 27th, 2008 - 1:53 pm
Thanks for sharing these moments with us, Sue Ann. You made them very much alive.
A lot of my family memories are ones of conflict, my mother having to try to keep peace between the warring factions of her mother and her brother (my Uncle Jim) on the one hand and my father on the other. I remember one moment of rare unity though. My father was reading me the story about Winnie the Pooh trying to catch a Heffalump. He was laughing and I was laughing and my mother came in and started laughing too. She was so happy. This was partly because my father and I were laughing of course – but also because my Uncle Jim and bought me the book.
But you know what? Without the conflict in the family, that moment wouldn’t have the power to move me it does.
March 28th, 2008 - 9:40 am
Great memories. I was blessed with a happy childhood and have many happy memories too. There was some rough times, but the good prevails. I am saddend to think about the children who face boogymen each day of their lives until they can free themselves–some are only freed through death. Why is it that some people can cause such harm to our children? Why? Why does the cycle continue? Why would anyone choose hate over love? My father used to sing, “will the circle be unbroken, by and by lord, by and by?” So, love will eventually prevail; there is hope.
On another note. Thanks for the enlightenment. I’ve officially elected you as teacher for my awareness. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll do more listening (reading) than anything.
March 28th, 2008 - 5:25 pm
{{joyfulseeker}} I’d say your Intuition serves you Truly, (smiling) for I am “at that level” of expanded awareness.
It’s also the reason why I say our Divinity is to be found and realized in embracing the experiences in life we have qualified as “negative”. I point to our emotional coping skills and say we need the practice…
March 28th, 2008 - 5:39 pm
{{Simon}}…
Each one of these memories had hurt blocking access to my realization. I’ll pick one and show how…
The memory of my Dad’s faith being proved…
He had gone in for exploratory surgery to see if his tumor was operable. It wasn’t. Mom mentally and emotionally collapsed at the news.
While waiting for Dad to return to his hospital room, I took care of Mom. I called her Doctor, got a prescription to calm her nerves. Then called one of her friends to come pick her up, pick up her meds and take her home, while I stayed at the hospital waiting for Dad.
It was a surprise to me to find out the Doctor had not told him anything…that giving my Dad the news he had only 6 months left to live had been left up to me. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life. It was emotionally wrenching.
I felt like the garbage can child for many years afterwards. Feeling like *shit* rolled downhill and I was the one always stuck with dealing with it for the family. I was the one elected to be “strong” for everyone else.
My realization that I had been chosen to share one of the most remarkable moments of my Father’s life, came after I was able to see past all the hurt. Now the experience is one of my Everlasting moments. It is stored in my Heart and is part and parcel of my wealth that will survive even my grave.
March 28th, 2008 - 5:46 pm
{{{CordieB}}} We walk our paths of Mastery at different times. My youngest son began walking his path as a child and it was one of the hardest things in the world for me to allow him to walk it…
but now at 20 years old, he is far wiser then many 4 times his age and I can go to my grave secure in knowing my child knows how to deal with anything Life throws at him.
And I consider it an Honor you call me “teacher”, for you give me a chance to express the Divinity within me, inspiring yours to come forth in resonance…
{{{hugs}}}
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