From the moment I saw Mom's basket of flowers that I'd ordered for her sitting on the counter at Geraldine's in Ferguson; I was stunned. If I said it once, I said it a hundred times...it was absolutely the prettiest arrangement I'd ever seen. The flow and the meant to be of these times continued when I arrived at Valhalla to discover that our arrangement had also been placed right beside the piano just to the right of where I'd be playing Moon River. I find it is important to pay attention to these times. Boundaries are blurred. So much is swirling here and there that there can be messages everywhere.
Mom has been close for all of us.
Should I have been surprised when I went in to journal the other morning and discovered rainbows and rose petals on the pages of my open journal? Some of the tiny petals from Mom's arrangement had already fallen on the open page. The sun was streaming in, and at just the right time...we had rainbows and roses and Mom.
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