Balanced Mind with Julie Potiker

Loving Kindness Guided Meditation
In the late 1940s, and early 1950s, as a teenager, he was impeccably dressed
From stories of elegant supper clubsI imagineErmine and pearlsCuff links winking in the candlelight
Grandma Esther made her own patterns out of bed sheetsCut and tailored like a proSkill tucked into her skirts as she journeyed across the Atlantic Oceanbetween the Great War, and WWII
No wonder her American born son who looked so fine became known as finery.
For 67 years, he and my mom took care in their wardrobe, in their appearance.Even after she became ill, her body shrinkingSmaller and smaller sized clothes were brought in, some from my closet
I held back some of his shirts when he passed awayKnowing I would want to wear themTo feel the soft cotton on my chestTo sport them as tunicsCuffs rolled up on my forearms
I shipped a stack in blues and yellows, ocean and sunset colorsto a textile artist who quilted them into a glorious throw blanketeach square a sweet memory
Yesterday I got so many compliments on his shirtEach comment a giftAs he came alive in my reply
I slid a pair of my mom’s post earrings through my earlobesJust in case she’d notice and feel slightedJust in caseJust in case she feels how light and uncomplicated my longing for my Dad.I don’t know what her indomitable spirit might see, or feel, or know, or understand.
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