Prayer Books

Prayer Books

Prayer Books

This is my Mother’s Prayer Book that lies on her bedside table. It was given to her by her Tante Frieda on October 11, 1936 on her 13th Birthday in Berlin. It is the Talmud, the centerpiece of Jewish cultural life.

My Oma, my mother’s Mother was a Catholic who fell in love with a Jewish man and married him.  My Grandfather was wise enough to realize it was time to leave Berlin in 1943 and moved the family to Shanghai, China. Another Love Story began in Shanghai when my Mother fell in love with a French / Hungarian / American man who sailed there during the war. After 11 attempts, they finally married at sea, during the 12th ceremony, 3 miles out from Shanghai, on my Father’s ship. Love always wins! My Father was a Christian Catholic and so the roles reversed once again. Love is always the winner, not religion.

As I listen to the news and read all the stories about the present human insanity, and the man who fired up his guns in a synagogue to kill innocent Jewish people, it breaks my heart that there is so much hatred against Jewish communities and people. Temples are for respite, reflection, sanctuary, family, friends, and love. A sacred place to worship and rest in the quiet and silence. So is the church, and any sacred ground of worship . . . no matter the faith or religion. It’s time to come together. And next week, November 6th, it’s time to vote out hatred in this country. Love always wins.

My Beloved Mother’s ancient Prayer Book gifted to her on her 13th Birthday, October 1936.

 

 

The Universe is Always Whispering…

The Universe is always speaking to us!

 

The Universe was whispering to me today.  It always does, but this afternoon it spoke a bit more loudly than usual.  Enough to pay attention to and lean in closely.  To listen carefully and feel what I was feeling.  Frank Sinatra music was playing in the background: “It was a very good year”.  A lifetime of reflection indeed.

I was gazing out the window, waiting to pick up dinner for my Mum.  This has always been her favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant, and pasta, pizza, and a salad were on the way.  Her comfort food for a night in.  As I sat there quietly, two of the waiters came over to greet me, leaving me with a hug and soft touch on my shoulder.  Mum and I have known these waiters for at least ten years.  Perhaps they sensed that I was missing the days when my Mum and family would come to dine here often.

Peering through the windows of gardens on the street, I reminisced about the days when I would bring my Puppy and leave her close by.  Always at the gate, nearby the table on the patio we always sat.  Many family get togethers over the years were shared here and many happy days!  And today, as the music from Frankie pipes through and I listen to his lyrics, “It Was a Very Good Year”, it reminds me of all those lovely years and times gone by when our family was together, year after year. 

What I felt and noticed today was that only I was visible, picking up a take out dinner for my Mum. All had changed, as life does. But the waiters were there, in all there sweetness, acknowledging me in the kindest of ways.  Somehow I think they felt my heart skip a beat in that moment.

I am always reminded each day when I get to share time with my Mum that it is an Extraordinary Blessing!  My Heart is filled with Gratitude.  And yet, I know her time is near.  She is 94 years old…soon to reach 95 and her lifetime batteries are slowing down.  Mum’s time on this planet and her Love she has given to so many has reached out, into the Universe, and is so very precious and beautiful. I simply don’t know how I’ll ever survive without her, but I will.  She has always been a BIG part of my Life, and a Pillar of Strength.  But letting go, when she is ready to let go is also a part of the journey of Life and Love. I pray that I will be ready when she is ready.  And a Blessing to her Life and Legend.  She is one of a kind!

What I do know for sure is that Life continues on, long after the physical human form is gone.  I left my body at the age of 19 and came back.  There was more to do and so much more beauty, life, and love to discover.  I was Gifted and Blessed with a return home to earth, before I make my soul transition. I am here for now. And I am grateful and recognize the Blessing of each new day. 

I know for sure that Life goes on…that there is total Oneness, and that while I’m here, there are so many more gifts of Beauty, Love, and Friendship I am yet to discover.  

For Mum:

“But now the days grow short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year…”

– Frank Sinatra  

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