WHAT HAPPENS TO THE UNBORN

I have an amazing friend who has the intuitive gift of insight. Janine is also an excellent medium. Not too long ago my friend lost twin girls at their 22 week term. We had a funeral for little Marit and Maryn who were laid together in a small, white casket honoring the fact that they were indeed little girls with a soul. It was very sad but there was also contentment knowing they are together in heaven singing with the angels and we celebrated their transition with pink balloons being released to the bright blue sky above. 

I asked Janine, "My friend just lost twins at 22 weeks. What happens to the unborn?" This is the answer she gave.

I have been doing readings for over 10 years and miscarriages, abortions and stillborns come through all the time and are connected to the family in which they were to be born into.  The interesting part of the messages that I get from the unborn are always of Thank you's. They are always thanking the parents and especially the mother for being strong and for giving them a place to be to evolve. 

I always see them as being connected and surrounding the ones here on earth with love.  I often see miscarriages around siblings who are here on earth as well.  

Like I said there is always this big gratitude, and sense of belonging to that family.  I think that many woman suffer in silence when they miscarry because in our society it is debated on whether a baby in utero is really a child.  Often miscarriages are over looked in an emotional sense and many feel as if it is not proper to mourn them the same that one would if they had been born.  But I think that is a HUGE misunderstanding of the soul, our connections and how very real those children are.  

I also believe that because of an old world understanding of religion, that many have believed that if a Baby isn't baptized that they don't get into heaven.  Which couldn't be further from the Truth.  I always see them in heaven, and often times feel their personalities and for some reason many of them seem to be very old souls.  But this concept that there is a particular way to get into heaven, actually contradicts The Ever Loving Creator that forgives and Understands us. These are souls individual souls, with a personality, and connection and an abundance of love for their family.  I feel as if they know who would be strong enough to handle the relationship in which they are going to have with those in their family.  I even see this when it was an abortion, there seems to be an understanding of love beyond our world.

I have a theory, it's just a theory, because I never claim to know God's plan.  But part of me feels that our souls have the opportunity to experience every single moment to it's complete fullest, so that we die at different times for this amazing experience of fully being present at that moment.  

I don't really like the term death, but one of transition, or of awakening.  So my theory is, maybe those souls just needed 22 weeks of Love to be complete in order to transition and awaken back into being with God. 

What I do know is that they are around your friends, that they are their children and that they are in heaven.  It is OK to name them, even if you didn't know boy or girl, it is OK to mourn them, as long as you know that you are and always will be connected to them and to the One that has Created us all!

Then Janine offered this insight directed to my friend. I did not tell her that the twins were girls or that their condition was twin to twin syndrome. One baby was getting most of the nutrition and the other was becoming weak. In many cases the smaller baby doesn't make it with this type of condition. I am a believer in mediums and have had many wonderful experiences with Janine. This is what she said about Marit and Maryn.

For me when I think of your friends, I get this big smile as I hear, "Isn't that cool mom, we had each other when we came in and when we came out, we are sooooo close"  I feel as if the one talking is a girl.  They seem to be with their grandmothers.  I feel a bit more of a pull from Dad's side.  In their particular case, I get these two souls that are so close, they are almost one.  However one seems to have been much bigger than the other one. Like physically one was bigger or stronger, but their souls are so close they need to be together no matter where they are.   Not sure if I am making any sense. 

They also say that Dad, has a soft heart, they needed to say that. Not sure why this is coming through, but I give it like I get it, but they mention Dad's hair or seeing dad's hair?? That doesn't make much sense to me, but like I said I am just giving it like I get it. 

Let your friends know that they hear their prayers and they are good and safe!! As if mom has prayed so hard that they go to heaven.  I have this image of these two little souls sitting on her lap when she was praying.  I am not sure if they have another child, but these two are talking about having another sister???

May they know how much they are loved and how strong they are.  God really is amazing Cynthia, if we only knew how much we are loved, we would never worry a day in our lives.  

I hope this helps and tell them I am sorry for their loss and thankful I got to meet their little ones for a moment.  They come from a great family.

Much Love and many Blessings

Janine

Janine's reading was extremely comforting. My friend, Susan is the grandmother and her son Randy (the dad) had a beard at the time of the twin's transition to heaven. The girls are identical twins which might be why she saw them as one. Since then the couple has been blessed with little Sawyer. Maybe there is still a little girl waiting to be born to this very loving family.

I posted this blog because I have found that when we experience life through our spiritual eyes we have a much more exciting and fulfilled experience as human beings. I'm a believer! Thank you Janine. Well done, my friend.

EXPECT A MIRACLE!

Mary has been my friend since High School. Every time I got to my hometown, Redondo Beach, California, I make a point to connect with her and we walk on the beach. Mary has an awesome son named, Tyler. Although he is a 22 year old man, Tyler’s mind functions like that of a young child. Tyler is Mary’s world and because she wants to have a handle on Tyler’s future she is part of a wonderful 501c3 called the Golden Heart Ranch. The organization takes care of young adults with special needs.

For a few years Mary kept talking about this land the Golden Heart wanted to buy in Agoura Canyon to build a productive community for the kids. One day, while on our walk, we went to the shoreline and then looking towards the horizon, we told God that we wanted the land. We know God can do anything so we gave thanks in advance. 

"Why are we thanking God now?" Mary asked.

“What is it God cannot do?” I asked her. "God loves you like you love Tyler. Expect the land or something better.” 

It was a struggle. Months and months went by and then about a year and a half ago Golden Heart had their ranch in Agoura Canyon. THANK YOU GOD!!

A few weeks ago I was in Redondo and like always, Mary picked me up for a walk on the beach. This day I could tell Mary was a woman on a mission.

“C’mon we’ve got to go to the beach and do that thing.”

“You mean talk to God?”

“Yes! We are up for a $100,000 grant for the ranch! Let’s go do that thing you do!”

We stood on the shoreline and looked out into the horizon. It was a gorgeous day. The ocean and the sky were both bright blue. “Hey God, it’s Mary and I again. The Golden Heart is asking for that $100,000 grant. We know you will give the Golden HeartRanch the grant or something better. Thank you in advance.”

Then I jumped into a childlike game of pretend. “Look Mary!! The answer is YES! Can you see it? Look at the big giant letters in the sky! They spell YES. Can you see it?”

Mary smiled. “Yes!”

As soon as she said "yes" I absolutely knew it was real. We both could feel it. The ranch was getting the money or something better. The rest of the walk we were like little kids. We kept saying, “The answer is YES! It really is” The words rang true like a giant bell ringing a universal song of victory, joy and abundance. 

A jet had made a huge curvy line in the sky. Mary pointed and exclaimed, "Look Cindy, God is smiling!"

A few days ago I got a text from Mary. It read: Not sure we will be getting that $100,000 but we just got a gift of $250,000. God is good.

God is always listening. Seek and ye shall find, knock and the door will open, ask and it will be given. Trust God and look for the blessings. Then get out of the way and expect a miracle.

Learn what they are doing at the Golden Heart Ranch. It is awesome!!

AVE MARIA

A lovely combination of piano, flute, violin and cello produce a serene ambiance of traditional Christmas music to enjoy over the next few weeks. Magic happened in the studio in Nashville, Tennessee when this fine group of musicians came together to produce a sound like none I have ever heard before.

The first song is AVE MARIA Bach/Genoud. It remained #1 on mp3.com for several weeks resulting in over 4 million downloads of Cynthia Jordan music. This is my gift to you. Just go HERE and press play on the music player. 

JOE AND LITTLE JOE

“There is an endless net of threads throughout the universe... At every crossing of the threads there is an individual. And every individual is a crystal bead. And every crystal bead reflects not only the light from every other crystal in the net but also every other reflection throughout the entire universe.” ~ Indra’s net

I have always said, “Real success is how you make a difference in people’s lives.” When you hear about something good happening to someone you never met because of something you did, it’s really awesome!

I was having coffee with a DJ I had met in Nashville, Tennessee. Her name was Andie, and she had worked at WWWW Radio in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She was excited to learn I wrote the song, Jose Cuervo.

“I have a great story about Jose Cuervo I want to tell you,” she said with enthusiasm.

“It’s really cool.”

“I love Jose Cuervo stories!” I told her.

The phone rang at the station one morning and this guy says, “Hi! This is Joe. Can you play Jose Cuervo for my son Little Joe so he can sing and dance?”

He was live on the air. “Sure I can! How old is your son??” Andie asked.

“He’s seven.” Joe answered.

“Hmmm…” Andie said. “That’s interesting. You’re sure Jose Cuervo is one of his favorite songs??”

Joe continued, “Little Joe knows all the words to Jose Cuervo and he just loves to sing the song. He even made up a little dance routine.”

“Well Ok then,” said Andie. “And now we have Jose Cuervo, by Shelly West for Little

Joe so he can sing and dance!”

This went on for weeks. Every few days Joe would call and request Jose Cuervo for Little Joe so he could sing and dance. Andie and Joe would have brief conversations. At one point Joe shared the fact that Little Joe’s Mama had died a few months before. He would always say, “The song just makes him happy.”

Andie had been receiving his regular calls from Joe requesting Jose Cuervo so he and his son could sing and dance. Then all of a sudden several weeks went by where Andie hadn’t heard anything from Joe.

Finally one day the phone rang and it was Joe!

“Joe!! Where’ve you been??” Andie exclaimed. “We’ve missed you!”

“Things haven’t been too good lately,” Joe said. “Our house burned down. Can you play Jose Cuervo for my son, Little Joe so he can sing and dance! It sure would make him happy.”

The listening audience had heard about a man who had lost his wife, and his house had burned down. It was Joe!

Furniture, clothes, money and household necessities showed up for Joe and his son through the radio station. Friends he had never met were there to help. All because Little Joe loved to sing and dance to Jose Cuervo.

Every day we all have the opportunity to touch someone’s life in a positive way. When we perform an act of kindness, it acts like a pebble that has been cast into crystal blue, still water. The rippling effect goes on forever and touches people you will never know. This is because we are all connected with the golden thread of God’s great love.

The story deeply touched my heart. Just think if everyone in the world was only kind and shared their blessings with others we would have a perfect world.

SHE SIZZLES!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS WOMAN! An amazing singer/songwriter, Tamara Rosini Laney sizzles on stage. It is appropriate that I post this blog today because we met and became friends the day after Thanksgiving of 2005. Since then we have laughed, cried and played music together. She met her husband Gary in Nashville, Tennessee where he engineered for country artists including, Garth Brooks, Keith Whitley, Trisha Yearwood and the Texas Tornadoes. His golden ears earned him the title of engineer of the year in Nashville and currently records music in San Angelo, Texas.

Tammy has a unique, positive energy that makes my heart smile every time I see her or hear her voice on the phone.  In my book Pearl, the part of Aunt Rosey was written with Tammy in mind. As I wrote it I could hear her voice in my head and feel the essence of her character in my heart. In fact the part of Aunt Rosey was fashioned from stories Tammy tells about her grandmother who used to empty her husband's pockets when he'd come home late carousing around town after having too much to drink.

I cannot say enough about my good friend Tammy. We get each other, and that is not an easy thing to do. Here is my good friend Tamara Laney reading the part of Aunt Rosey from Joysey in the Audio Book Pearl.

WAKE THEM UP WITH MUSIC

For several years now I have been speaking and giving workshops on the amazing power of music. I have found that different audiences like different messages. I have spoken to all kinds of groups including people with addiction, teachers, hairdressers, athletes, nurses, and once I spoke to a room full of about 80 doctors at a luncheon sponsored by a local bank. I could tell by the way they were looking at their watches that they were going to be a tough audience.

I had my talk prepared and a lovely power point presentation that I had labored to perfection for days. I could tell by the way they were ALL looking at me that my speech was not going to work.

So how do you get a group of male doctors to pay attention to you and leave the room happy that they came? It wasn't too hard. I simply said, "How would you like to improve your golf game by at least five strokes and get laid anytime you want?"

Needless to say it was fun watching them move forward in their chairs with a profound interest in what I had to say.

Here is a video I have shown to several groups of Hospice Caregivers. Enjoy!!

SHADOWS IN THE SAND

As I walk towards the waves the sun on my back
I look down and see my shadow
My legs are long and I seem so tall
And I wonder where the time goes
From being a child, a sister, a wife
A mother, a friend different times in my life
I was holding someone’s hand
In the shadows in the sand

I see the shadow of little girl
With a man so big and strong
He walked me to the shoreline
Singing a happy song
We played tag with the waves
As they came on the shore
My pigtails flying free
I was holding my daddy’s hand
In the shadow in the sand

The only girl with three little brothers
We had a lot of fun
Surfing on our canvass mats
And playing in the sun
Mom would bring a lunch down
The memories are quite grand
I can still see the four of us running to the waves
In the shadows in the sand

In my teenage years my shadow changed
 

A womanly shape was there
My figure was like an hour glass
And the breeze blew my long hair
A young man with a surfboard
My first love held my hand
I watched as we walked to the shoreline
In the shadows in the sand

Again my shadow made a change
My belly was like a ball
For months I watched her daddy surf
Then she was born in the fall
Now a little girl was by my side
Her pigtails flying free
I held my daughter’s hand
In the shadow in the sand

Nowadays I walk to the waves
With the sun upon my back
I realize my shadow has changed
But what sees it never has
Although it looks like no one is there
I know I’m not alone
For now I hold God’s loving hand
In the shadow in the sand

MANDALAS AND MUSIC

When our daughter Jessica was in ICU, the waiting room was filled with concerned family and friends. She had had a head-on collision in her little white car with a SUV. A helicopter took her to Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee where she was not expected to live through the night. Needless to say we were beyond worried.

Also in the waiting room were family members and friends of other patients in ICU. That first night I watched a family completely breakdown when they heard the news that their teenage son had passed away. Somebody please explain to me why the hospital had a news channels blaring negative energy in an environment where there is already unbelievable stress? 

I have a better idea. I say put on soothing instrumental music and give those loved ones some crayons or colored pencils and give them mandalas to color. Mandalas are an ancient art form with geometric patterns surrounding a center point just like our solar system or an atom. Think of the nucleus as you, and all the objects surrounding it as the universe around you. When you bring color to the shapes it is like the instruments of an orchestra playing music in harmony. This evokes the feeling of bringing order to your chaos and can help you to feel more centered.

Above is a book of mandalas I made for my mother-in-law when she was no longer able to get out of bed. She loved them. Next time you are in an environment where you feel helpless and out of control I have a suggestion. Put on a set of headphones and listen to beautiful instrumental music while coloring a mandala. They are all over the internet. Just google free mandalas.

As for our precious Jessica, she is married to Jay Fryia and they have two beautiful boys, Cameron and Charlie.

If you are looking for soothing music or mandalas to color, I can help you there.
Just visit cynthiamusic.com and press play.

TOUCHING PEOPLE'S LIVES

I really love it when I get an email that there is a school or church that wants to use the music I wrote for the Kids for Kids choir in a program they want to do. It happens a lot this time of year.

It seems like I create music and books depending on what is happening in my life. I wrote the #1 song, JOSE CUERVO, when I was a cocktail waitress in my 20s. I wrote the Children's music in my 30s when I moved to Texas and had two babies and was the music minister at a church in Waskom, Texas.

I began writing ambient piano music in my 40s when I was on my path to spiritual enlightenment. In my 50s I began writing books about things I felt were interesting. I also began writing musical stage productions. My historical novels have been especially fun because I learn so much in my research.

I'll never forget my daughter's comment to me. Julie is a CPA. "Mom, you are a true artist. You don't really care about the money. You just love to create."

She was right. I have learned that my definition of success is "touching people's lives in a positive way." That's why I loved it when a few days ago I got an email from someone I never met, wanting sheet music for Oh Shepherd Boy, a song I wrote for the Kids for Kids choir. It is so satisfying to know a group of children will be singing the song this Christmas in their program at church. 

Today I received this message, "We love your songs and videos!!!!" Those words are music to someone like me. You might never know whose lives you touch but when you do, it's absolutely awesome!! www.jesusmusicforkids.com

LEARN TO PLAY THE PIANO IN AN HOUR

When we were teenagers my brother Steve came to me and told me that he wished he could play the piano. Steve already played the guitar.

"I'll show you how to play," I told him.

An hour later he was on his own playing all over those eighty-eight keys having a great time.  You should hear him play!

I cannot tell you how many times people have told me they wished they could play the piano or took piano lessons and quit. When I worked in Nashville I found that the studio musicians there use the "Number System." It was developed in the 60s when bands and producers were attempting to find the most comfortable key for the singer. It's not complicated. It just takes a little practice. In one hour you can learn how to play thousands of songs in your key.

My favorite story of teaching my hour lesson was when I was at Eleven Eleven Studio on Music Row. My friend Donna had just bought a piano and wanted to learn how to play. Her brother is the famous 80s country artist John Anderson. "I can teach you in an hour," I told her.

After my song Jose Cuervo was a hit, I moved to Texas. Fifteen years later, I moved to Nashville and looked Donna up. She plays beautifully now. "Wow, listen to you!" I remarked.

"Your lesson is the only one I have ever had," she said. Sure enough, there on the piano was a slightly frayed, yellowed piece of paper with my handwriting on it.

Just recently I put this easy to learn lesson together in book form. Do you want to play the piano?  It takes an hour and some practice. I also included the Nashville Number System. 

Visit www.cynthiamusic.com.

A PEACE POEM

I took this photo at Knob Hill beach in my hometown, Redondo Beach, California. I don't remember ever seeing the white water reflect orange before. My son Jordan was with me. The sunset was so beautiful it felt as if we were on another planet.The beach is my favorite place to talk with God.

Peace is easy when all is well

Heaven takes the place of hell

In times of war within the soul

Only the strong can beat the foe

Pain, illness, anger, chaos

Financial ruins a stock market loss

These are illusions that challenge the mind

But the peaceful solution is easy to find

Just when you feel you’re going insane

Go to the eye of the hurricane

Look at your life with your spiritual eyes

Be quiet and listen to the ancient, the wise

The voice that remembers you are not small

Your essence is Love the greatest power of all

THE POPE READ MY CARD!

In 2006 I heard a story that was so fascinating, I was compelled to tell it! I wrote a complete musical score with songs with the intention of seeing her story played by a symphony on a grand stage with an opera singer playing the part of Sor Maria and a dancer playing the part of her spiritual journey. Her documentary was filmed in West Texas in August of 2015 and the film will use music I composed. Sor Maria is being considered to be acknowledged as a saint. This week Pope Francis was given gifts on her behalf including this book I wrote that tells her story in a format children can easily understand. It is 40 pages long and is full of photos from the shoot.

I was told to insert a card into the book for Pope Francis to read on Nov. 18, 2015.  I found a great dragonfly card at Trader Joe's. I figured if the Holy Father chose a Fiat to ride around in when he was in the United States it didn't matter if the card was fancy. The cover says, "Dragonflies are keepers of dreams. They remind us that anything is possible." I felt that this was appropriate because the story is, Sor Maria bilocated to America in 1617 to minister to Native Americans. Although it is difficult to believe in bilocation, the evidence that this really happened is overwhelming. Another strange fact, Maria's body has never decomposed and lies in a glass coffin in her convent in Agreda, Spain.

So what did I write to the pope? I simply said, "Sor Maria's story is important in today's world when people more than ever need to remember that all things are possible with God." If you would like to learn more about Sor Maria visit theladyinblue.com

JOSE CUERVO

It's hard to believe it has been 32 years since JOSE CUERVO was #1 country song of the year! And I wrote it! It still seems surreal. The other day my son Jordan made the comment, "Just think of the millions of people who have partied with your song over the years, Mom." I have to say the best part of writing JOSE CUERVO are the friends I have made and the stories I have heard. Anyway, here it is on a vinyl 45. If you look close you can see my name (C Jordan) under the JOSE CUERVO.

Imagine

Call me "hippilicious" I truly believe babyboomers were on the right track in the 60s and 70s. Somehow we lost our focus when we had kids and got mortgages. Now, as we approach our twilight years let's get back on the Peace Train!

A 30 DAY BLOGGING COMMITMENT

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts."

Daughter, sister, musician, lover, wife, mother, friend, songwriter, author, speaker, entertainer, teacher, student, radio host... and that's just for starters. My latest success story is that of an author so making a commitment to participate in the 30 Day Blog Challenge seems to make sense. 

My hope is to make friends and share experiences with other people like myself. In reading some of the other profiles it looks like I am in good company with my fellow bloggers. Everyone seems to want to participate in making the world a better place. I know I do. So here we are at Day 1. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow!   Thank you Bradley!         cynthiamusic.com

WOMEN ARE LIKE THE MOON

To understand a woman all you have to do is look at the moon. Just like a woman, the moon is on a 28 day cycle and changes every night.

Like a woman who knows her beauty the moon reveals her brilliance differently every night. Sometimes she shines so bright, her light can cast vivid, quiet shadows across the land. When she shows herself as a sliver she is called, new. Many believe that this is a good time for new beginnings, planting seeds to produce crops and to once again believe in the magic of desired dreams coming true. Then there are those dark nights when the moon does not show herself at all, enhancing her mystery as she hides in her secret world where no one can find her. 

The moon is powerful and regulates the tides and dances with the the emotions of the sea. When she shines bright, the moon can provide the perfect setting for two people to fall in love. When she is full she shows us a bunny, the symbol of procreation and new life. Artists love her, wolves howl when they see her and she is sometimes blamed for lunacy.

The woman who knows her power and has awakened to her soul, is just like the moon. She is a heavenly body, a reflection of light, a mysterious illumination that glows in the darkness and just like the girls at Miss Pearl's Parlor she can be your best friend in the night. I like it that the name, Cynthia, means moon goddess. To understand a woman all you have to do is look at the moon. Just like a woman, the moon is on a 28 day cycle and changes every night.

MY FIRST BLOG 11-11-2015

November 11, 2015

It's a perfect day to start a blog. Eleven, eleven (11-11). Can't beat that! A good day to count blessings and reflect on everything that has happened this year. So much has changed and yet at the same time, so much remains the same.

Funny how things evolve. When my daughter Julie and her husband Gianni were married in Italy, throughout the trip I would tell my friends and family, "If this was heaven it would be just fine!" We went to the Gulf of Poets, Vinci, Rome, a winery, the Gardens of Collodi where Pinocchio was born and stayed at a Villa that overlooked the Tuscan Hills. The weather was perfect, the wedding was beautiful and it really seemed like if heaven was like that week we spent with family and friends it would be awesome.

After the trip I began thinking that anytime we experience love, peace, joy and beauty it is like heaven on earth. I began collecting memories as well as current events and wrote 100 vignettes of appreciation that I put in a little book I call, If This was Heaven it would be just fine. Each one ends with the same phrase as the title (or one close to it).

I have heard that gratitude is the most powerful vibration in the universe. Willie Nelson wrote in his book, "when I started counting my blessing my life began turning around." I love that.

Here is one of my favorite stories from my Heaven book.

Is That God Nana?

“Respect the child.
Wait and see the new product of Nature.
Nature loves analogies, but not repetitions.
Respect the child. Be not too much his parent.
Trespass not on his solitude.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Did you know that in many languages the word heaven is the same word for “sky”?

One evening my grandson Marcus and I witnessed a majestic, beautiful sunset in the West Texas sky. The clouds reflected beautiful shades of yellow, orange, pink and indigo. There was a sparkling silver lining framing the top of the cloud.

It was absolutely glorious!

“Is that God, Nana” my little Marcus said with wonder.

I smiled.

“The sunset is a beautiful gift from God to remind us that God is always with us,” I answered.

“Oh,” he said.

It was a moment I will hold dear for the rest of my life.

I found myself witnessing the sunset through Marcus’s bright blue eyes.

Jesus told his apostles, “When you see the world through the eyes of a child you see the kingdom of heaven.”

I felt suspended in a timeless moment of peace and joy as we looked at the beautiful masterpiece God had created for us to share.

Jesus said, “The kingdom of heaven is within.” I know what Jesus meant because in that moment my heart was overflowing with love and appreciation.

I really felt like I was looking at the kingdom of heaven. Marcus is my joy and we were together in the spirit of awe, love and peace.

“Thank you God for this beautiful sunset you gave us to look at!” I exclaimed.

“You’re welcome, Nana,” Marcus said with his cherub little face.

Now anytime I witness a sunset I think of that magical moment with Marcus. 

“You’re welcome, Nana.”

Children naturally know their oneness with God because they are fresh from the other side. Sometimes they talk about their “imaginary friend”. I think these are ancestors or maybe their guardian angel. Just because we don’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not there.

Right now Marcus is 3 years old and knows what I am remembering. I listen to every word he says. “When we look at the world through the eyes of a child we see the kingdom of heaven.”

In time he’ll forget.

We all do.

Then on his journey of rediscovery, Nana will be there to help him remember. That’s what enlightened grandmothers do.

When we remember and communicate in our oneness with God, it’s just like heaven, and it’s just fine!