Word Winding

attempting to spin cacophony into sanity

In My Mother’s Words

My mom died 16 years ago today. More than half my life. She wrote incessantly; journals, poems, essays, even botanical studies. She should be a 63-year-old doting grandmother.

These are her words.

I open my eyes and look out at the beauty of the world.

I look for the worth in all things.

I sense that I am connected to everything that exists.

I belong to the Earth – I am and will always be a part of the earth.

I feel wonder as I contemplate the Universe with all of its marvelous order – its atoms, the planets, the sun, stars, and galaxies – the infinite complexity of all living things.

Everything is interconnected and interdependent – nothing stands alone, even rocks and ash.

I feel humble as I ponder the mystery of creation, evolution, the life-giving forces of sunlight, water, oxygen…the mystery of human awareness.

I take pride in being a part of this world. I seek to accept and fulfill the role I have been given to play. I am thankful for the web of life and love that surrounds me and sustains me. I notice and take action at the times when I am able to contribute to the web by attending to the needs of others.

I am an instrument of peace.

I bow my head before the imponderables, the unresolvables, the mystery of life. When I am troubled and confused or tempted….I pray that the spirit of wisdom will protect me from all false choices.

Jacqueline W. Knight


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2 thoughts on “In My Mother’s Words

  1. wow – 1998, that’s the year my mom died too. i love her writing you posted. so nice that you have something like that – i’m sure different perspectives on her words will emerge as the years go by.

    • Ok, sort of embarrassed, but got the number of years wrong. My mom died in 1997. Whoops! I’ll correct that momentarily, but first, thank you for connecting. I haven’t read this in several years and despite the best efforts of malfunctioning technology and mommy-craving little ones, I just needed to post it out there. Perhaps because you were going to come along and read it?

      Losing a parent is such a solitary experience at first, even when you have siblings, but after a year or two it is one of those instantly connecting shared experiences that cuts through any and all crap and allows two people who each once lost the sun from their personal sky to know the other person automatically understands.

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