Exaltation

2 years ago today I waited to be checked through airport security, San Diego to Boston, booked by a relative, as I could not function let alone find keys nor pack a proper bag nor even think to throw in a black dress..., only a few hours before... after getting word that she had asked for me in her hospital bed. 

"No No No No No No No..." was all I could come up with.  The Transportation Security Administration agent asked for my ticket and ID and then asked "Why so sad, Mam?"  At first I was self-conscious and then embarrassed that it showed, and then I replied "I'm on my way to say goodbye to my dear sweet sister.."  and I broke down right there in the line, and the agent walked around the podium and gave me a long tight hug saying something I can't remember about sisters being our best friends.  

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Five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand six-hundred minutes.  Kathleen loved that song.  We were so alike, December babies, except she never had a potty-mouth except for that one occasion she was forced to say "shit" but it was only because she was tattling on one of the boys who said it and she had to tell what they said....   I digress.

"525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? 
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. 
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. 
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? 
How about love? 
How about love?
Measure in love. 
Seasons of love."

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In these days so auspicious when there is ever so much more I have learned... the old energy says "Be sad. You should be sad. She is gone." 

While the Truth whispers using her voice "Be Happy and Joyful, sshhhh there, there, dry those tears now.... Stay Inside of Love, All Will Be Well, All Is Well, I Always Hear You When You Call...  "

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She loved the word exaltation but because of this particular meaning alone "a feeling or state of extreme happiness."

So that's the plan. Exaltation.  Do I try?  or do I just do?  May we each and all be lifted and in turn help to lift all others to it. Because Love is all there is.

Your loving little sister,

Mimi

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