Spirit Blog

Personal reflections on a spiritual journey...

Patricia Rita Lamberti


Today would have been my mother's 68th birthday. She loved birthdays (and I do too) so I celebrate her today by remembering:

her big smile; her contagious laugh; her ease, grace, and strength; her independent spirit and fierce determination; how she danced wildly with me to the Rolling Stones when I was little; the shape of her eyebrows and big almond colored eyes; the way she kept her nails; her generosity; the completed Sunday Times crosswords; the big red pots on the stove simmering away; her hands as they pushed the rolling pin for the latticework pies; the musky smell of her perfume; her mathematical mind; her big hugs; the way she welcomed everyone; the piles of read fiction; the half-done puzzles left on the dinning room table of my childhood; her energy; the herb garden; her natural radiant beauty; and how she might celebrate a joyous occasion:


A dry martini, some cake, and lots of laughter...



Parable of Immortality 

by Henry Van Dyke


I am standing upon the seashore.

A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze 

and starts for the blue ocean. 

She is an object of beauty and strength, 

and I stand and watch until at last she hangs 

like a speck of white cloud 

just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. 

Then someone at my side says, 

" There she goes! " 

Gone where? 

Gone from my sight . . . that is all. 

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar 

as she was when she left my side 

and just as able to bear her load of living freight 

to the place of destination. 

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. 

And just at the moment 

when someone at my side says, 

" There she goes! " 

there are other eyes watching her coming . . . 

and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . . 

" Here she comes! "