The Divine Mother

I love the month of May. After celebrating in April Mother Earth, in May we celebrate Mother Day. In May we also celebrate the Divine Mother; May is considered the month of Mary, as some affectionately called her. To me she is Mother Mary – my divine mother the most beautiful being on earth and in heaven. She is also the most loving soul in the entire Universe. She prays for, she heals and she helps every soul no matter what their beliefs, no matter their religion, no matter if they are even against her and her divine  powers. My relationship with Mother Mary started in my childhood when my own mother was sick and the Divine Mother would come to talk to me, and to embrace me in her immense love. As I grew older, unfortunately I kept myself somehow apart from Her for a while, but I rediscovered Her at Medugorje: on the Hill of Apparitions She talked to me asking me to be Her messenger and spread Her words to her children reminding them that they are all loved, and supported, and they are all important to her. Although I may not have done all that I could to share Her loving messages of peace and support, She never complained to me because She is a mother and She is all about love. This month of May I want to say to Her: I love you, I honor you, and I thank you for everything. Your presence in my life is the best gift ever and I am forever grateful to you. Thank you for allowing me to be your messenger and the bearer of your divine love. I am and I will always be your loving, grateful daughter.

Mother’s Day

I write these lines with a strong emotion within because I believe there is nothing as powerful and glorious as a mother on earth, and although my mother would never understand this, I want to dedicate this posting to her. My mother is a beautiful woman with a kind soul. As a child she took off her own dress and offered it to a poor girl in the street; her parents were very upset and she was punished for this. She always had an open heart, listening to others, wishing them well, and praying for them. My mother is also a powerful woman, and sometimes even a bit bossy with others. She has a powerful sense of integrity and fairness and she sticks by her decisions. Her joy and appreciation of life is to go to church and spend quality time with family and friends. She dreamed that her daughters will see the world; something that she could not even think of for herself as she lived under the communist regime, and she achieved her dream. I love my mother and I am in deep gratitude to her for all that I am and all that I have become I owe to her. To my mother and to all the mothers in the world I say: I love you, I respect you, and I bless you.

America – The Loving Mother

I took part Sunday in the Orthodox Easter mass at a Greek Orator church. I was pleasantly surprised to listen to the scriptures in more than 30 languages. As you can imagine it took a while to recite all of them and a lot of effort for the priests to pronounce the words in all these languages. To me the mass was powerful. However the participants at the liturgy had various responses to this experiment. While most of them stayed until the end of the mass, some left in the first few minutes, and others left after hearing the scriptures in their own language. I believe that in these times of change and evolution it is very important to accept the diversity in America as a gift of strength and “to create unity in diversity”. America is beautiful and the proud mother of many daughters and sons. I love her and I am always grateful to her.