1) “This is the day . . . to clear your mind” the calendar said two years ago, the day Mother died. I think about that so much.
1a) I’d forgotten about the “My train of thought derailed. There were no survivors” part, but that’s a powerful part of the impact this had.
2) Because I couldn’t get back to sleep (not unusual), I got up about 4:15. Candlelight parlor coffee and devotional. I asked Mother to direct me to some good advice in her Lamsa Bible, and it opened to the book of Zephaniah. The what? Who’s even heard of this book of the Bible? And the page had none of Mother’s notes on it, so perhaps she never read it either. But I smiled as I began Chapter 2, because it was without doubt a message from Mother: “Gather yourselves, bind yourselves together, O people without discipline; Before you become like the chaff which is driven away . . . “ That is definitely something she would say to me at this particular time.
3) These days I feel like I want to clear my mind with sleep, but that doesn’t seem to be working. When I clear the house . . . that may clear my mind, too.
Thanksgiving, 2013.