Dear Blog Readers,
I think I may embody the good and the bad within each aspirant on the inner way. Actually, we all do and that is a living truth. We are organically flawed and inherently perfect. To live that is to be filled with both suffering and wonder.
Something in me writes the truth of the human situation. The need arose when my beloved husband Bob died in 2004. He died right before Christmas and was buried on Dec. 23. An angel by the name of Mary Francis Hoyle happened to be working at the Marriott Courtyard in Memphis, Tennessee that Christmas Eve.
Mary brought her Christmas dinner to us there in the hotel restaurant and served and ate it with us.
The fact that Bob lay in the newly dug earth, now snow-covered, was transcended by the love this earthly angel showed us.
I write from that night and for every other dark night that has a chance of being transcended by love.
If you love what I do, be an angel and send a donation to this link on my blog. It helps me keep going.
Thank you so much and have a merry little Christmas!