Mama you can smile now

St. Mary's was just the oxygen my soul needed today. At the pulpit [isn't there a better term for this, well thing?] stood a woman sharing a personal homily about women; their history for humanity and how we ended up with a holiday [when was it ever such a thing for women?] in America.

I was sent back in time to the women who have drops crumbs in the forest, to lead me through the tall trees and into the valley of peace and love. Each of them left a different kind of crumb, each of them spoke with a different voice - but they all asked me to stand up, don't be afraid, don't run from love but give it back because that's when it's true.

Guadalupe fell asleep while visiting her today. She was tired, suppose you get to be tired after living 100+ years in a row. She spoke charming words while I stared at the walls; wondering how we ended up in a place where she sits quietly, falling asleep while visitors pretend to be present. She liked the flowers from the Ballard Farmer's Market. It's tempting to bring a boom box next time; and a pile of great music to fill the silence of her room, the hallway leading into it.

Mother, wherever you are, listen to your sons asking for guidance. We need you now more than ever.

con paz,
frank