I miss my mom. I always loved watching her do interesting things; things my friends’ moms didn’t do. I thought she was magic. I still do.
One of my favorite memories was when I was 5. We were walking in the woods and she stopped and looked around until she spotted a tree. Well, I thought it was a tree. To her it was a friend. I watched her as she gently stretched her arms as far as she could around its massive trunk, leaned her head against it, and closed her eyes. A second or 2 later she pulled me in to hug it with her and so I did. After about a minute I asked, “how long do we hug it?” and she said, “until you feel her hug you back.” That image of us, of her, lives in my heart and soul. It will be there until the day I join her.
I realized many, many years later what I did not know then. I learned that when I listened to the tree that day, I understood that I was listening to God. My mom taught me Soul Talk. How lucky am I!
The Soul Speaks in Images 