January 12th is the anniversary of my mom’s passing. It is five years now since she died. I am struck still by what a huge shift it is to lose your mother. The first home sound we come to know after forming under her beating heart for nine months,
Henry Nouwen says, “Clinging to one another in loneliness is suffocating and eventually becomes destructive. For love to be possible we need the courage to create space between us and to trust that this space allows us to dance together.” Wise words. Perhaps this accounts for why I feel my mother’s spiritual presence always as I live forward without her physical presence.
My mom was a devotee of the rosary. I find myself meditating with a rosary and speaking from my heart as I hold the small circles of mystery that comprise a rosary. It has become my way of connecting with prayer beads more closely. I find rote prayers are repeated in ways that, for me, dispel the sense of presence in the meditation.
In celebration of my mom’s spirit, I share here the prayer that I whispered to Mary on the fifth anniversary of mom’s passing:
Mary full of love, faith, grace and hope;
Christ breathes in you, with you and through you – Be with me now
Blessed are you in your capacious heart and sacred are you to women through the divine spirit of your be-ing;
Holy Mary, pure of heart and spirit – Be with me;
Willing co-creatrix in the divine plan – Strengthen me;
Guide me beyond the brokenness that binds me;
Now and always until I enter into the fullness of time.