Note: Reflection by Liz Sorensen Wessel: As we rode along the winding route towards home, emotions stirred in anticipation of gatherings with family and friends. The joy of seeing loved ones and the sorrow of missing those who are no longer here. The poignancy of life’s fleeting nature enhances our appreciation of how precious the gift.
Remembrances of our mothers wove its way into the conversation. As he spoke about his mom I knew we had moved into a sacred realm. I received the blessing of bearing witness to a deeply meaningful testimony. He spoke of the existential vortex one experiences with the death of their mom. Thoughts such as, “did I measure up in the eyes of my mother? Am I the person she hoped I would be?” All the memories we cherish and the accompanying wisdom that flows from self-examination.
In our continual turning with the seasons of life, the extraneous begins to fall away. The faults we find in each other and in ourselves, the importance of who is right and who is wrong seem to lose power as pain and old hurts fade in forgiveness.
What is left is our essence; a brilliance that is always there but obscure from our awareness until we remember that what matters is our love for one another.
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Pencil drawing by ~liz
Journal of Sacred Work 
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