RE: Your Mom
My best friend missed a routine telephone call that will forever haunt him.
It was 10 pm, and at this time every night, his mom was calling to say goodnight! In this particular message, she was already in bed but wanted to tell her son how much she loved him. It would be the last time this only-child would hear his mom’s voice –she sadly died in her sleep.
He has played that loving telephone message every day since her passing two years ago.
Based on my best friend’s heartfelt experience, I find myself storing all my mom’s...
I'm losing my mind, and gaining perspective. If the mind is the center of anxious thoughts and distorted perceptions, perhaps we need to lose our mind a little to see the true nature of things. You have to allow yourself to dance like you've lost your mind so you can experience the innocent joy in dance. You have to sing like you've lost your mind to experience the freedom in singing. And you have to be "crazy" enough to get out of your comfort zone if you're going to experience anything that will help you grow as a person...I think.