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What are
odds that my 86 year-old Florida-based mother would fall while visiting her baby sister? What are
odds that there would be room down
hill in St. Anne’s Home for
Aged where mother could recover from a multi-fractured hip? What are
odds that each one of her children could arrange schedules to fly across country and take turns caring for her and that
convent would find room for us? Mystery beyond mystery.
Psychologist Carl Jung would have called my mystery, “synchronicity”. This fortuitous set of circumstances- “synchronicity”-- is fraught with meaning and it is my task to figure
lessons.
Spending days between a health care setting where many will never leave due to infirmity and another home where women stay because of faith, I find these initial lessons
most universal:
Lesson One: From breakdown comes build up. Mom is getting stronger in
weaker places of her body. She still has more life to live. We all have broken places to rebuild.
Lesson Two: Caring for
ending of life is as precious as caring for
beginning. May we learn to see its beauty.
Lesson Three: Respectful listening is
greatest gift we give each other. No other species can verbalize its experience and feelings and have it held in sacred trust.
Lesson Four: Shared memories create a bond as potent as fire. A memory can either burnish or destroy. It’s our choice.
I’ve retraced my route and crossed
Susquehanna River. I am flying home to California from Baltimore with these lessons packed in my heart. Perhaps you might find them in a corner of yours.
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