Mom is a natural born storyteller.
She was raised on stories by her mom, aunts and great aunts.
She raised my sister and me on her stories.
She raised my two daughters on her stories, and to this day, she mesmerizes my six grandchildren with her stories … and her songs.
Her stories have now blended into one story.
No more beginning.
No more middle.
No more end.
One glorious story.
It is the story of life lived to the fullest.
And, if we listen and observe close enough, it will become part of our stories, too.
It is a collection of bits and pieces, wisdom and scraps, insights and mysteries, lessons learned and lessons lost … all floating together, in infinite ways, as if drifting down a stream.
It’s all there for all of us.
All we have to do is bare our souls, jump in, and go with the flow.
Only by immersing ourselves into its depths will we find the meaning.
In all of its glory.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.