There is no guide book that can show me the way into the mystery of what will be.

Only my own connection inward as I journey from my head to my heart.

The breath is my navigator, taking me to the places within that seems to call me, to surrender to what is.

The tears rush in as I feel the heaviness that labors my breathing.

The body feels tired and wants to retreat- yet as I allow the feelings to reveal the fears of letting go of what I thought was home.

Memories of my life move gently through my mind.

I want to hold on and believe that coming home to this place where I have written my life’s story will always be the same.

Changing times, where both parents are leaving this place I call home.

My father is dying from a weak heart.

My mother is dissolving into a world of her own—Alzheimers.

They are my home—a place to come to where my roots were born out of committed love, family joys and the challenges of survival.

A familiar place has now been bringing me deeper inside where I can be fully here in all of the unfolding of this divine plan.

Listening comes easy when you stay present with all that is being observed.

Each moment guides me to fully show up for the precious gift of life that is happening before my eyes.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

For here I am- here within my Self.

My heart does guide me.

You may call it God-

I call it home.

For home is wherever I am.

If I can be here for each moment as it comes, I can let go of you Mom and Dad and trust that as you move beyond this world-

We are home together, joined and never apart in this love that has transformed us all.

We are reborn in the aliveness that gives more life,
through our living.

All my love
Frannie