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