As per my spiritual director, “Your mother already has one foot in heaven.” Sometimes she shares what it’s like with everyone in her orbit and beyond. This week the hospice harpist offered us a concert in the living room of Mom’s adult family home. While she snoozed, we meditated and watched the muted TV. The white smoke billowed and the choice of Pope Leo XIV was unveiled halfway around the world. Divine. Surreal.
On these days, I still have to face a chore or two like Martha did (see Luke 10:38) but more often I am shifting and leaning in with Mary-energy. My sisters are encouraging me as they handle some of the practical heavy lifting from afar and I weep and anoint as best I can, remembering my hospice prayer:
Holy One,
In your mercy, grant Mom comfort and ease, and shower comfort and ease on all those who love and care for her.
In Jesus name,
Amen.
Always Bridging 