Phyllis Hayes
What can someone say about their mother? She has been gone many years now; I lost her when I was 34. Growing up, she was one of my best friends and she was the first person to ever love me completely for who I was. What a gift to give a person! She gave that gift not only to me, but to my father and to each of her four children.
Totally loving, curious about many things, especially about how our day went. She loved a joke and a laugh, and was a great believer in living what made your soul sing. She encouraged me (and still does) to write, even if that means getting up in the middle of the night and writing down one's thoughts - even when I was 8 or 9.
I've mentioned in other writings that my mom discouraged me from believing in reincarnation. She was the first person I shared my excitement with about reincarnation at the age of 7. When I heard about this concept I just knew that it was - absolute truth for me. Of course when I shared this with her, she corrected me and firmly told me "no, that's not what is true- that is what the children of India believe." Well, for me, reincarnation just is. And I've known that since age 7. I thank my mom for being my teacher for so many things, and for teaching me the most wonderful lesson of listening to my own council and truth. To be silent with my inner wisdom until it is appropriate to speak.
The night of my mom's death I had a very vivid dream. I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. The couch was in front of some french doors. In my dream the doors opened outward (in reality they opened inward), as they opened I saw my mom standing in the middle of the opened doors. She was young, beautiful, had an elegant long mult-colored flowing robe on. It was actually winter, but in my dream it was springtime. I felt the warmth of the sun streaming behind her and heard the birds singing. The sun was coming from behind her, and formed a beautiful halo all around her head. I felt so much love coming from her. Surprised by her appearance as I was grieving, I woke up and said "mom!" She wasn't there, it was a dream - but more than I dream. I could still feel the love, and the warmth of the sun in the room. I knew she had safely crossed and was home again.
I often visit with my mom in my dreams. She teaches and instructs me. I feel that she is one of my strong protector guides - she is always watching out for me, still giving me inner guidance, keeping doorways of abundance open and helping to pick me up and brush me off when I make my mistakes.
Thank you mom, I love you so much.
Totally loving, curious about many things, especially about how our day went. She loved a joke and a laugh, and was a great believer in living what made your soul sing. She encouraged me (and still does) to write, even if that means getting up in the middle of the night and writing down one's thoughts - even when I was 8 or 9.
I've mentioned in other writings that my mom discouraged me from believing in reincarnation. She was the first person I shared my excitement with about reincarnation at the age of 7. When I heard about this concept I just knew that it was - absolute truth for me. Of course when I shared this with her, she corrected me and firmly told me "no, that's not what is true- that is what the children of India believe." Well, for me, reincarnation just is. And I've known that since age 7. I thank my mom for being my teacher for so many things, and for teaching me the most wonderful lesson of listening to my own council and truth. To be silent with my inner wisdom until it is appropriate to speak.
The night of my mom's death I had a very vivid dream. I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. The couch was in front of some french doors. In my dream the doors opened outward (in reality they opened inward), as they opened I saw my mom standing in the middle of the opened doors. She was young, beautiful, had an elegant long mult-colored flowing robe on. It was actually winter, but in my dream it was springtime. I felt the warmth of the sun streaming behind her and heard the birds singing. The sun was coming from behind her, and formed a beautiful halo all around her head. I felt so much love coming from her. Surprised by her appearance as I was grieving, I woke up and said "mom!" She wasn't there, it was a dream - but more than I dream. I could still feel the love, and the warmth of the sun in the room. I knew she had safely crossed and was home again.
I often visit with my mom in my dreams. She teaches and instructs me. I feel that she is one of my strong protector guides - she is always watching out for me, still giving me inner guidance, keeping doorways of abundance open and helping to pick me up and brush me off when I make my mistakes.
Thank you mom, I love you so much.
