I am a person, blessed. My Mother's Day was as beautiful as a Mother's Day could be. It is delightful to see one's children and their beautiful spouse choices and receive perfect, thoughtfully chosen gifts, and celebrate with delicious food, talk, and hugs.
I spend last night at Chris and Frieda's embraced in their meditation room and felt myself as pure love.
Jane's birthday party was exquisite. Poems bloomed everywhere, Jane's poems. She is a magnificent poet and, in addition, there was incredible food and wonderful friends. I was filled with champagne from morning until night. No wonder I'm a bit bubbly.
I drove home this morning early enough to avoid the traffic.
At Jane's party, I met Jacob, a young man of 15, who has no hair because of chemotherapy. He is pretty shaky and I spoke with his father. He is the only person ever to have survived the kind of cancer he had, but now the treatment has done so much damage, he may not make it. There is so much love in Jacob and his family, so much love brought forth by so much pain. Jacob is with me this morning and I request prayers that Jacob receive whatever is best for him. He is a true treasure of a human being.
I give thanks for life and love and the blessings I receive.