I often think of the poem my mother sent me years ago: "What I Learned from My Mother" by Julia Kasdorf. The full text is here (http://hermionesviolin.livejournal.com/167703.html), but the theme is encapsulated in this excerpt:
I learned that whatever we say means nothing, what anyone will remember is that we came,
I found it very comforting and helpful because I am such a word-oriented person but so often I have no words. I've come to really value the power of mundane practical offerings and also of just being present.
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Date: 2007-09-22 12:20 am (UTC)I often think of the poem my mother sent me years ago: "What I Learned from My Mother" by Julia Kasdorf. The full text is here (http://hermionesviolin.livejournal.com/167703.html), but the theme is encapsulated in this excerpt:I found it very comforting and helpful because I am such a word-oriented person but so often I have no words. I've come to really value the power of mundane practical offerings and also of just being present.