Note to self:
Stay in this moment.
Be here and now.
You’re breathing. You’re alive.
Your grandbaby is sleeping safely in the room above you.
There’s a cat on the arm of your chair waiting to be fed.
There’s another cat tapping you on the leg for attention.
The sun is starting to rise on a new day.
You’ve been given the gift of this moment –
fresh and new,
untouched by past,
untouched by future,
complete in itself,
and perfect.
Enjoy it.
You’re breathing. You’re alive.
I hope for a world where no one dies in war –
where wars are a distant memory
of a primitive long-ago time
when humans thought they had to kill each other
to “win”
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
What makes a mother?
Not a womb or eggs
or birthing another.
It’s the urge in your heart
to protect and guide,
nurture and abide
in love with all others.
Motherhood is fearless –
a heart that opens her home
and invites ALL to rest
and guest and feast
in peace.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
The wind blows through the tops of the trees
and I feel the Mother-power of the universe
blowing around and through our world.
I send out a prayer for all the mothers
and all the children of mothers
and feel the Mother-power moving through me –
strong and fearless and all-powerful Love.
The wind is cleansing – blowing away the fear
and hate, the anger and greed – they are weightless
nothings in the force of the wind.
The birds sing. The sun shines. The flowers bloom.
The cleansing Mother-wind blows around us
and lovingly wraps the world in Her strong arms.
We are safe. We are loved. We are free.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
I wake and feel the presence of Love with me,
enfolding me in wings of joy.
I have worries when I wake –
frittering, fretting, fruitless frustrations and fears.
I reach out to our Father-Mother for reassurance and hear:
“Fear not. All is well. Trust.”
And I do.
And it is.
And the fear dissolves into nothing
in the comfort of Love’s gentle mothering.
I feel the laughter of the Cosmos
and join in the celebration.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
(Rainbow flower doodle by Karen Molenaar Terrell.)
The last person alive on the planet
wasn’t a dictator, prime minister, or president –
no, it was a cleaning woman
who carefully tidied up the earth,
tucked in the corners, smoothed the wrinkles,
hid the plastic, glitter, and mess
to try to give a good first impression
to whoever lands here next
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
(NASA photo.)
my memories of love aren’t confined
within my brain
aren’t held within the walls of cerebellum,
cerebrum, and brainstem,
tissue and goo,
my memories of love are part of eternity –
hid safe in the collective consciousness
of Soul
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
We created this home together –
my love and I –
and filled it with warmth and joy
and now I sit in our “green room”
and gather my memories
around me like a soft blanket
this is where Dad sat
on his 98th birthday
and reminisced with his old friends
and there is his painting of Rainier
and Mom sang and danced over there,
and lived and died under this roof
that last day,
and over there is where the sons
played the piano and laughed together
and, later, their loves joined us
under this roof and joined in the laughter
while the pandemic made of our home
a safe island and refuge
I feel all the love with me still
Dad’s love and Mom’s
and the sons’ and their partners’
and the love of the man
who helped make this home
with me
I feel the wholeness
and fulness
of my life
and am grateful
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
I have a whole universe in my thoughts.
And I decide what happens in there.
I am the boss of me.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
“Hold steadfastly to the enduring, the good, and the true, and you will bring these into your experience proportionately to their occupancy of your thoughts.”
– Mary Baker Eddy
Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist 