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Excerpts from New Dreams by MaryR
Hilda opened her hand and stared at the beautiful carving with its tender, tranquil face. She stroked the wings, the hair, and murmured almost to herself, “When I was very tiny, my mother used to tell me that we all have angels in Heaven who are constantly sending us messages, little love notes, and that if we listen carefully, especially at Christmas, we will hear them whispering to, Merry Christmas, dear one……I love you with all my heart. The trick, she said, is to listen and believe.” Mother Abbess was moved beyond measure. This revelation came from a deeply hidden inner sanctum. Never before had Hilda volunteered anything, anything at all, about her mother. It was all held within, treasured, too precious to be shown the light of day. ***** “Searching for her father’s love?” asked Hilda softly. “Or her mother’s?” “Would she remember her mother?” asked Mother Abbess in surprise. “She was only four, after all. And she never mentions her.” “A gentle voice singing lullabies – soft arms cuddling her – a sweet fragrance in the air…..” breathed Hilda, her eyes faraway. “Who’s to say, Mother? Somewhere hidden inside her there are wisps of memories….they never go away.” Mother Abbess sat quietly, allowing Hilda the chance to indulge in her own memories, thinking of the one she had revealed the night before. “I’m sorry, Mother,” Hilda sighed, returning to reality. “That was unforgivable of me.” “Hilda, don’t ever apologise for remembering your mother,” said the nun quietly. “I would love to have met her. She must have been a wonderful woman, for she has a magical daughter.” ***** There was nothing Hilda could say. She had heard it all before, too many times. She remembered how good her mother had been to the poor and needy in their parish – good she had done secretly, sometimes with the help of her young daughter. But good that had been a mere drop in the ocean, when there was no Health Service and no Welfare State, and a war being fought. ***** Hilda felt the nausea recede and her body relax a little at the welcome coolness and the faint smell of lavender, a smell that always took her straight back to her childhood, which was the reason she carried the little bags of it around with her. |
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