May 2nd, my mom’s 49th birthday, will always be remembered as the day I found out my mother was terminally ill. She had only days to live, as cancer was ravaging her already frail body. The adult woman in me is grateful for the years we had … the mystic in me is grateful for our ability to communicate across the dimensions … yet, the little girl in me simply misses her mom.
Right around 9/11 Rev. Sheila Graves told me “Lori, Your greatest gift comes from your deepest wound.” It was kind of like a 911 wake up call. I had no idea what that meant at the time, but today I do.