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My brother John came over today and took a truck load of things that we were holding from my mom's last move. Nice to have him do that.. and still sort of sad to see how step by step my mom loses her connection to this world. It happens though. I remember this with my grandmother too. We all have to let go... let go... let go.... till there is nothing to stop us from stepping freely into God's heaven.

Surprisingly I find I am still in the midst of holding on to a whole lot of stuff! I would say that means I must have a long time left for this world.. but then the image comes to mind of a house I went through that was for sale. It was so eery. Because everything in the house was still there. The lady who had been living there must have died very suddenly and unexpectedly.. there was still food in the refrigerator, clothes in all the drawers, her pictures and knick knacks on the wall. It was such a weird feeling as if her presence was still very much there. So that's a case of putting to mind that we know not the day or the hour.

On a more comforting note... I want to share with you from a book I am reading, called, "Dreams, God's forgotten Language" by John Sanford who is a Episcopal priest and a Jungian analyst (something to do with psychology.. thats all I know about that.).

"This dream occurred on December nine, nineteen hundred and forty-four. Our baby had died suddenly on November twenty-ninth, nineteen hundred and forty-two, at the age of four months. In my dream (I was asleep) I saw a young woman of about thirty grasping the hand of a small boy, just learning to walk. I knew instantly that the boy was ours although both figures faced away from me. I noticed his sturdy little legs particularly. They were running freely and happily up a gentle slope of greensward dotted with flowers?the color of these latter were indescribable?they were not of this world.

The young woman wore a loose dress of indeterminate color, with a girdle at the waist. I felt very close to her, I thought that she was someone very near to me.

I awakened my husband to tell him of my dream because it was so vivid, and I got such great comfort from it. I said, "I believe that was my grandmother with our baby, because I felt so very close to her and he is all right because she is taking care of him." I felt very happy. My husband noted the time?one-thirty A.M.

The next morning I received a telegram that my mother had died at one-thirty A.M. Having had that dream, I went through the funeral with never a thought of grief. I have never greived for my mother or baby since."

Isn't that neat? I love that. I shared it with the sisters tonight at supper.

Well getting close to night prayer better pick up the tempo here!

Blessings of Peace and All Good,
Sister Patricia and all the Sisters

P.S. For those of you who ordered books through my web site... I didn't order enough for Auntie's bookstore so we are waiting for the second truck shipment to arrive. Sometime on Friday between noon and four... which means they probably won't be in the mail till Monday.

Sr Patricia