Faith in Action
11 Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1-11
I am still closer to you, my maker, the farther away you are. Love forever Mom - dana

Mother's Day remembers those who poured you into a
mirror lake.

Rem Mother's Day!

Happy Mothers Day - take care of your lil bro now Mom! peace, dana

April again, memories again, smiles and tears ....... its all good, knowing your home is now a literacy center (as you would appreciate). Hope the gang up there is having harmony & joy! all love, dana

In memory of your birthday today ~ knowing how much I miss you ~ every day. ~Love, love, love. Your first child, forget-thee-not!
July 24, 2011

Aeterno tuum.

Aeterno tuum.

just as you ~ flowers are busting out all thru April's rain. calm, beauty & peace mom! d

Happy Mother's Day
May 9, 2010

Godspeed for welcoming your brother Dave to the new world mom, and bless you for your faithful guidance...runt

Happy Birthday, Mum, Mum, Mum, Mah!
I need to hear you play the clarinet today. Debussy before Goodman, if FDR doesn't mind. Love, Lisa

(No.5) Mother's Day 2009.

I remember.

hey mom, happy almost anniversary. please help take care of eric now
for me. love, dana

beauty as you have taught me, outlives the material world.
natural peace grows louder, amongst material loss - much love

Mom,please help ani find your new world. love, dana

I remember my Grandmother sharing her life stories to me which shared adventure,and happiness which could enlighten everyone

ON THE WAY OF THE CREATOR

My mother, do you know the word "contempt" yet? And the agony of your justice-being just to those who despise you? You ofrce many to relearn about you; they charge it bitterly against you. You came close to them and yet passed by; that they will never forgive.
You pass over and beyond them; but the higher you ascend, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. But most of all they hate those who fly.
"How would you be just to me?" you must say. "I choose your injustice as my proper lot." Injustice and filth they thrwo after the lonely one: but, my mother, if you would be a star, you must shine less for them because of that.
And beware of of the good and the just! They like to crusify those who invent their own virtue for themselves-they hate the lonely one. Beware also of holy simplicity! Everything that is not simple it considers unholy; it also likes to play with fire-the stake. And beware also of the attacks of your love! The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters. To some people you may not give your hand, only a paw; and I desire that your paw should also have claws.
But the worst enemy you can encounter will always be you, yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caves and woods.
Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself. And your way leads past yourself.You will be heretic to yourself.

You must wish to consume yourself in your own flame; how could you wish to become new unless you had first become ashes!

Lonely one; you are going the way of the creator; you would create a god for yourself out of your devils.

Lonely one, you are going the way of the lover; yourself you love, and therefore you despise yourself, as only lovers despise.

Go into your loneliness, my mother, with your love and with your creation, and only much later will justice limp after you.

With my tears go into your loneliness, my mother, I love you who wants to create over and beyond herself and thus perishes.

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Many die too late, and a few die too early. "Die at the right time"
Of course how could those who never live at the right time die at the right time? Would that they had never been born! He that comsummates his life - a spur and a promise to his survivors - dies his death victoriously surrounded by those who hope and promise.
To die thus is best; second to this, however, is to die and to squander a great soul. But equally hateful to the fighter and the victor is your grinning death, which creeps up like a thief - and yet comes as the master.
He who has a goal and an heir will want death at the right time for his goal and his heir. And from reverence for his goal and his heir he will hang no more dry wreaths in the sanctuary of life.
All-too-many live, and all-too-long they hang on their branches. Would that a storm came to shake all this worm-eaten rot from the tree! It is cowardice that keeps them on the branch. One should cease letting oneself be eaten when one tastes best; that is known to those who want to be loved long.
Excerpted from "on free death", W. Kaufman's "The Portable Nietzche" (another GD aetheist.)