Speaking of Easter I keep thinking about the disciples. I've tried putting myself in the their shoes/sandals. Were they in a daze? Didn't they miss their friend, the man they knew to be the Son of God? Was their hope renewed when they saw the empty tomb? Did they wonder where He was…did they believe He had gone to His Father?
In trying to imagine all this, I brought to memory a woman who was a mentor for me, one of the most beautiful souls I've ever met. She kind of floated when she walked, and her smile was always warm and welcoming. She was, among other things, a spiritual director. To me she was Friend, Confidante, Angel, the epitome of Tranquility. Walking into her home I would instantly feel the peace that enveloped her…..everyone (yes, EVERYONE) felt the same way. When she was diagnosed with a terminal illness, she chose to live the rest of her life as she had in the 8 decades before…..loving, trusting, joyful. She knew how to "let go and let God." Several weeks before she died, I was privileged to attend a mass at her home with just family and a few close friends. We celebrated her and she celebrated us. Before I left that night I asked her how I would know how she was and how I would tap into her wisdom. Quietly, gently, she touched me on the shoulder and said "I'll always be with you, like a little bird on your shoulder."
I call on her often and when I see a cardinal I think of her….brilliant colored, beautiful wings floating across the sky.
So, back to the disciples…..did they feel Jesus touch them? Did they carry His messages and lessons with them?
I know that I am forever changed because of "L" and when I need her wisdom, she is there, reminding me to have faith, to carry on in the midst of struggles and conflict, to bring peace to others….and always to Love others unconditionally. Hmmmm, sounds like Jesus...