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ONCE A PARENT, ALWAYS A PARENT

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Once a parent, always a parent. It is so much easier when they are little
and pliable, when you can change their minds by changing the subject.

Huh? Did I say easier? I forgot the stage of them being two years old
when everything brought forth a NO as they were learning to take
some form of being an individual with their own minds.

My 53 year old son has been diagnosed with a tumor on his
lung. Six weeks ago, the doctor thought it was pneumonia.
He was out of work for a week but seemed to be getting
stronger physically.

I had heard no more even though I noticed how tired he was.
Even when I unexpectedly went to his home to return a
boomerang that my grandson had left stuck high in the tree and
my son was home, I was not told what was happening with him.

I received a call from him a few days later telling me what the
diagnosis was and that he was scheduled for surgery to remove
lymph nodes to check for cancer before they proceeded with any
surgery to remove the tumor.

My mother instinct went into full gear and all I wanted to do was
to heal him and have his bobo go away. After all, I am a healer!

I had just made a fresh batch of Essiac Tea which is a herbal
healing tea invented in the early 1900’s by a Native American
medicine woman. I brought him a bottle with the written material
of what it is and the story of how it was discovered by a doctor
and is now used to heal cancer and even detox the liver.

I also brought him a medal of St. Anthony, the Saint of Miracles,
and the prayer that goes along with it. I told him I would like to
do a Reiki session on him and be at the hospital when they do
the biopsy.

In my zeal, I had forgotten a very important point when dealing
with your children. Even though he is definitely an adult, I was
treating him like he was little and if “I” kissed his bobo, it would
go away.

He let me know in no uncertain terms that he did not want any
Reiki and also did not want me there at the hospital.

My emotions were at full throttle and yet I needed to step aside.
To him, I was just MOM and he did not want to have to be
concerned about my well being while he was in surgery.

To him, I am not a healer although yesterday I did a remote
Reiki session on a young woman who asked for my help.

I now remember what a famous healer priest said to me:
“A prophet is never a prophet in his own house”.

Had my ego gotten in the way? How could I be sure that
I would have helped in any way? I do not know the answer
to that as I am not the one that heals, it is Spirit that comes
through me.

God has given us the most wondrous gift of Free Will and
even if he was standing in front of you, until you asked or gave
Him/Her permission, no miracle or help could come forth.

Although we want with all of our heart to help someone,
we cannot until or unless they ask thereby giving permission.

I had forgotten that most important rule in my eagerness to
help someone I love so much.

Daughters understand mother love in a completely different
way and are more willing to accept help. My son is so
independent that accepting Mom’s help, would make
him feel helpless like a little boy again.

Do you believe in crop circles? If yes, you are open
to the blessings from above. If no, have you ever considered
how they are made?… a miracle?…. or a loving message from
an unseen loving force that is attempting to help us in some way?

Will we as humans accept the offering of love or will we remain
steadfast in our belief that we are in control, such as my son is doing.
It is such a beautiful world and planet but we are not alone in this
vast universe.

A good friend sent me this email with links to view the latest
crop circles. These remind me of how little we are in
comparison to them. There is no way a human could
have created them. We are so blessed to be able to
view them from above to get the full scope and design
and notice how small the humans are in comparison.

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/silburyhill/silburyhill2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/canningscross/canningscross2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/Chesterton/Chesterton2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/westdown/westdown2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/milkhill6/milkhill2009f.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/wadenhill2/wadenhill2009b.html

Love and Light

Mary Grace

http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]

3 Brows Beach Dr
PO Box 403
Wales, MA 01081, USA
413-245-3977

I FEEL LEFT OUT

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I feel left out – left out from the doings and celebrations
of my family and friends. I am restricted by Multiple
Chemical Sensitivity.

I don’t know if any of you suffer from this but it is
so subtle and insidious. If it caused physical pain
when I was exposed to chemicals in smoke,
perfume, exhaust, or any of the multiple ways
that it hides in many seemingly innocent things, it
would be so much easier to avoid.

When exposed, my body goes into shock and shuts
down. I run a fever, suffer depression, tears start flowing,
I suffer exhaustion and my brain goes haywire and won’t
focus or behave in a rational manner. There is no cure,
no pill I can take to offset the symptoms, there is only
avoidance. The worst effects last three days and then
dwindle away.

I have sometimes had to move at Mass four times to
get away from the fragances that are worn by people.
I have learned to sit in the front pew, that way I have more
fresh air around me.

It is not the fragrance itself but the chemicals that are
in it. Going to any crowded place like movies, dances,
gatherings, airplanes, and even other people’s homes is
kin to entering a mine field. I just never know what to
expect and who to avoid. I need to be on my most
alert self to detect any odors that might give these
chemicals away.

There was to be a baby shower for my newest
granddaughter but it turned into a Welcome Baby
gathering because she decided to make an appearance
a month early. I am not able to attend because my son
and daughter-in-law do not want to ask their guests to
be fragrant free. It is a simple thing to not spray yourself
with perfume or after shave but it is a deeply personal
thing which people seem to think defines who they are.

I understand but am still feeling left out because I cannot
attend such a celebration. I gifted the party with a diaper
cake – lavendar of course, for those who know me, and I
knit a baby afghan for Baby Victoria which is also in lavendar.
I can contribute in that way but still feel left out.

Do you remember when my daughter’s husband died and she
requested that I not attend the funeral because she did not
wish to speak to me? I was in quite a quandary about sending
her a card and you all gave me such encouraging words to do so,
which I did.

Well her daughter, my granddaughter, is graduating from college
this Sunday and has invited me to her commencement and to the
party afterwards. She had been upset that I was not allowed to
be with the rest of the family at the memorial service so she is
taking it into her own hands to make sure I am not left out
this time. For this I am so grateful.

The weather is promising not to cooperate and my granddaughter’s
apartment is way too small to allow her guests to be inside out of the
rain. Guess what is happening? My daughter is offering her condo
for the party knowing full well that I am invited and will be attending.
God works in mysterious ways. I do not know what will transpire
but am trusting in Spirit that all is in Divine Order.

There is only one hitch, the condo is small for all those people
and still have fresh air so the chemicals are not overpowering me.
It is too late to ask them to be fragrant free so I will be
winging it. I am not sure I will be able to attend the indoor
party but I am showing up. I am being given an opportunity
to at least see my daughter hopefully and I do not want to pass it up.

We always have choices, no matter what life brings to us. I
choose not to be ill and lose a week out of my life being sick
and not being able to function very well. This has been the
quandary that I have lived with for the last 35 years and
sometimes I throw all caution to the wind because I want
so badly to be part of the celebrations.

Part of me struggles because I know we create what we
focus on and I do not wish to create this sensitivity. Yet
when the effects show up, I need to apologize to my body
for subjecting it to such harsh treatment. It has been a tug
of war between my mind and my heart for ever so long.

If you have any family or friends that appear to be evasive
or never want to participate in gatherings, perhaps you will
give them the benefit of the doubt. They may get reactions,
not be diagnosed and have no idea why they hate parties
or gettogethers. It took me many years to discover what
was happening and I paid for an expensive test that the
insurance would not pay for in order to find out just what
was going on with my body.

I will keep you posted on the results of the opportunity
that God is giving me and my daughter. The following is
a prayer of encouragement to all who need to make a
choice.

Dear Lord,
I thank You for this day, I thank You for my
being able to see and to hear this morning. I’m blessed
because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God.
You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me.

Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me
to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude.
Let me make the best of each and every
day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.

Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.

Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over.

And give the best response when I’m pushed beyond my limits.
I know that when I can’t pray, You listen to my heart.

Continue to use me to do Your will.
Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others.

Keep me strong that I may help the weak…
Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others.

I pray for those that are lost and can’t find their way.
I pray for those that are misjudged and misunderstood.
I pray for those who don’t know You intimately.
I pray for those that will delete this without sharing it with others.
I pray for those that don’t believe.

But I thank you that I believe that God changes people and
God changes things.

I pray for all my sisters and brothers, for each and every
family member in their households.

I pray for peace , love and joy in their homes that they
are out of debt and all their needs are met.

I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no
problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God.

Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.

Love and Light,

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]

3 Brows Beach Dr
PO Box 403
Wales, MA 01081, USA
413-245-3977

What makes a Mother?

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What makes a mother? Although physically the very first thing
you need would be a womb, you can be a mother without one
by adoption or any other method such as marrying someone
who has children, etc. It is the LOVE that makes you a mother,
a MOM.

Every human on this planet Earth has been borne through a
womb whether it was theirs or someone else’s. Do we honor
the organ that allows humanity to survive and propagate?

In all honesty, I think we take it for granted. There is much
more interest in preventing pregnancy because it seems to
occur so quickly or so effortlessly for most women or at
least teenagers.

When it was suggested that I have a hysterectomy, I would
allow it only if they returned my children’s first home to me.
I had no idea that my request was unusual, my whole focus
was in honoring the organ that allowed me to fulfill my life’s
mission of being a mother.

In fact, it was Mother Mary who guided me to write my
book, The Wounded Chalice. She gave me the title and
told me the cover was to be a picture of the chalice that
she would lead me to find.

The Chalice holds the Blood of Life just as the womb does.
Thus the title was quite appropriate for the stories of my life
which explains how I conquered all the challenges that
showed up to further my belief in a Higher Power, God and
also angels.

I would like to share with all of you, a poem? of the truth about
MOTHERS

Real Mothers don’t eat quiche; they don’t have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn’t come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don’t want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask ‘Why me?’ and get their answer when a little voice says,
‘Because I love you best.’
Real Mothers know that a child’s growth is not measured by height or years or grade…It is
marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother…

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day, share the Love of the Mother with each other.

Love and Light,

Mary Grace

http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]