As I prepare to pack and ready myself for the journey to the opposite coast,  there will be a lull on this blog for awhile.  The children I live with wish to prepare quarters for me to avoid disruption again and I appreciate their concern.  My other son will be accompanying me and overseeing  and since I lack the necessary talent for earth traveling,  his presence in this I welcome.  I can swim universal seas,  but simple itineraries and getting from one place to another I get lost.  I solved the problem during my driving days (believe it) by only making right turns.  The one time I did a left turn a local gendarme yodeled me to a stop with a ticket.  He was one of my sons’ school buddies now turned police patrol and said,  Mrs. Hallissey,  you have lived here for over 25 years,  you know you cannot make a left turn after 3 o’clock!  If I did,  I did not know it then.  Yes I paid the fine.  So you see,  all my children know me well.  They are the jewels in my crown.   And yes, when the time came,  I happily overhauled the vehicle to make it new and gave it to a grandson as a graduation present.  And have never missed driving.  The Teachers at the time gave a big sigh of  relief I suppose too.

So until we are ensconced in our new home,  and my computer set up,  I will ask that you keep me in mind.  I will be able to get messages and will appreciate them.  Until then I lift my head to my Source and ask that ‘The Light shine between Me and Thee while we are absent, one from the Other.  I give my blessing upon All visible and invisible and ask for your blessing also.  In All Names Good,  I pray and ask.  Amen and amen.’  With immense gratitude,  this Thanksgiving,  I give again, . . . .

How Much Of a Difference. . .

It was morning
though the night still hung heavy,
the clouds hovered,
the sun unable to rise.

The children gathered for breakfast,
morose, unhappy and angry,
heavy still with sleep.
Mother looked with unhappy eyes
and father, already delayed
flew out the door.

What could she plan
for this crew this night
as she scrutinized each face
when they exited.

That night the same faces
appeared to sup together,
hostile, unable to summon
the good things of the day.
Seated, they glowered
and the mother, with hope
passed the platter.

Have some love, she murmured,
as she handed the platter to the eldest.
Puzzled, he helped himself
and in unbelief said to his sibling,
have some love.

And around the table the faces changed
as the platter of love was passed and
with a whisper bestowed
its blessing by each one.
The father then picked up a plate to share
and to his surprise murmured, I bring peace.

And around the table peace was passed
to accompany the main course of love
and talks resumed and the world
was given another chance.

On a level we cannot enter,
we cannot know how much of a difference
it takes to make a difference.

Or how little.