The Owl Cookie Jar & Heaven

My Mom died in 2009. I miss her daily. We loved each other, and we were very close, and I know that’s not how it always works out. I was so sad when she died. She was diagnosed with colon cancer, and two weeks later, she was gone. Not gone exactly, but gone from this earth plane.

When I was young, I was taught about heaven, hell, and even an “in-between” place labeled purgatory. I was raised in a world where we went to church every Sunday, and, honestly, I didn’t question religion or spirituality until I was a mother myself. My thinking has changed—evolved if you will—significantly since I was in my 20’s and 30’s. I do go to church, although my current faith community doesn’t look the same as the one I belonged to for the first 40 years of my life I do believe in God and an after-life where I and will again see the people I love, who have gone before me. I have faith in the “other side.” And, I think the spirit world is a lot closer than up past the clouds, and that brings me comfort and peace.

One early morning, not long after Mom died, I was in the kitchen making tea (one of her ingredients in the “let’s sit down and talk it out” recipe.) I was sad. The kitchen opens to the family room, and I looked outside through the French doors. Perched on a chair on the deck, not more than five feet from me, was an owl. Even though I’m a morning person, I thought maybe it was my imagination. I looked again. Nope, there was definitely an owl staring at me. I’m not an ornithologist by any means (although I did take a Biology of the Birds class in college), but based on my visits to our local zoo, I’m pretty sure she was a Barn Owl.

None of that matters, of course, because she was there. I turned around and saw the owl cookie jar on a shelf behind me. The owl cookie jar is one of the few things that I have from my parents’ home. I don’t remember a time when it didn’t sit on top of the refrigerator in the house they shared since I was a baby. It now stands in a place of honor on a shelf in my kitchen. I turned back to the door. She was still there, perfectly still. We made eye contact one more time. She flew off. I had never seen an owl on my property before then. I’ve never seen one here since then either. I know that Mom was checking in, saying, “I’m okay, and I’m still watching out for you.” I broke down, of course, but the tears were born of peace, not sadness.

When I talk about Peace in Your Home, it’s not just in times when everything is going great. Those times are gifts, for sure, but for most people, there are bumps on the road of life. Maybe you had a disagreement with your teenager or your partner. Perhaps you don’t feel like you’re on top of your game, or even in the game. Maybe you’ve lost a job, a friend, or a great Mom. There aren’t too many things that we can simply “magic away.” But, with patience and faith, maybe we can at least find peace.

This is the cookie jar that's been part of my life for over 50 years. It was Bea's, now I cherish it. One day it'll move on to the next generation, and the next. ©PEACE FULL HOME.COM

This is the cookie jar that’s been part of my life for over 50 years. It was Bea’s, now I cherish it. One day it’ll move on to the next generation and then the next.
© 2013 ©peace full home™/intentional living

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