A MOMent

A Moment

Who could believe how you and I retrieved

Both having the deepest of need

Our words washed over us; our souls they would feed

The shortest of moments

Haste, haste rang the bell

You waited – I waited – We joined together

A journey…a walk…half in body; half in Spirit

Wiped away was all fear

As we gently grew near

The shortest of moments

More powerful than the years apart

Survival was not alone, as we spoke of our souls being joined together

And not to forget our heart

Forever it took – to nearly your last breath

Our angel appeared to me at my birth and as my heart was opened

Reminding you and I

We only needed to reach out and take hold of His hand

Solid ground we would land, as we played in the sand

Beautiful, you said

As if you had already met

Our birth…our heart…and now in death

We are now free -- for it was all meant to be

You let me know that you also could see

Our beautiful angel – for you and for me

Thank you for waiting – thank you for hearing – thank you for knowing

For all those years, both feeling so alone

The shortest of moments

Made us feel we were home

Thank you my teacher, my mother, my truth

Let’s run and play as if in our youth

Tears of sorrow have fallen

Tears of joy will soon rise….beyond….beyond…where only love is

It is there that I look to my stars…and blow my last kiss

Samadhi {formerly “Little Edna”}

Death, Forgiveness, Mother, Neale Donald Walsch, Heart, Love

After reading Neale's message from his site, I had to write to him and anyone who was drawn to read my blog -- it feels very cathartic.

To my precious Neale et al everyONE. This is the first message I've read this new morning after going to bed hearing that my mother is dying, probably quite soon. I had initally heard two weeks ago and have been thinking, "How can I get ahold of Neale...how can I ask him for ten-minutes of his time?"
And, as I needed his love and ONEness when he came to Victoria, BC for 5-days, so he came again this morning.
You see "et al," I have been "out" of my family for years. In fact, it is Neale's being a vessel of God's love that was the first time ever I came out of fear of life, of death, of being an abomination to God, of hell, of disownment, and on and on.

I'm not promoting but "my story" that I need to lay down is written in my book, Circles in the Sand. Please see www.samadhiwhitehouse.writerswebpages.com if you feel I could help or connect with you or vise-a-versa.

I've realized that I have seen my parents literally a handfull of times in 20-years. I was told by my inner voice to go to their apartment to forgive them and I did--meaning I had no script, no preparation, so no-ONE was ONE-up on the other. That was ten-years ago. My father died two-months later. My mother blamed me for his "love," and here we are... I have to forgive my mother.

The last contact with my mother was when she sent a letter with pictures of two young women; one a bride and the other a bridesmaid... as I read the letter, life went into slow motion. One of those girls was my birthdaughter whom I was forced to surrender. My mother found her without my permission or knowing; in fact, some of my siblings helped her. My mother did not tell me which one was she; and actually met her. Upon meeting her, my birthdaughter asked about me; asked why there were no pictures; and my mother simply replied before moving on, "We don't approve of her lifestyle." And hence, I have turned and left my family, after a lifetime of sorrow--that was too much. In fact, I had already had one heart surgery and here I was after a few years of this news, needing to have a second heart surgery... all before the age of 50!
So, you can see why I have been consuming books like Happier Than God and others...desperately trying to understand how to forgive; how to write, knowing that I cannot talk to my mother.
I too, even though I'm Canadian, felt Tim's family's loss but my sadness came from a father who beamed and radiated love and when I saw him on Larry King, he beamed and radiated love towards his father, his son, and his life. His essence was love.
So, to my friend "in the space of the room in Victoria" and forever, I thank you Neale for reminding me and giving me a little push towards writing that letter that I must also live my day in the NOW and get past the hurts of the human experience and step into the love of the spiritual experience. I am a co-creator of life and so, I believe somehow that your words will further penetrate my heart and soul and give me a free-falling of love as I just begin..just stop thinking and create movement with pen and paper and FOR-god's sake-GIVE my mother, my family, and my own journey.
I know what it feels like to be aware of the ticking of ONE's heartbeat but together, we can calm our hearts, be still, and love NOW in the safety of love. YOU have taught me that when my heart gets the better of me {palpitations, fear...} -- it is through you that I have learned to speak quietly to my own self and say, "I AM safe no matter what happens in this moment...I AM safe and not alone." Thank you Neale. Thank you and may your heart beat to the rhythym of love and life for as long as your journey has chosen to be here, teaching, training, guiding US. I love you Mr. Walsch!

May you be WELL/ FREE from suffering / HAPPY {Buddha}
YOU must be the change you wish to see in the world {Ghandi}
Samadhi, author/workshops & Facilitator, The Passion Test
www.samadhiwhitehouse.writerswebpages.com / http://circlesinthesandbysamadhiwhitehouse.blogspot.com/