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Mom and the Doris/Dick Johnson children Lynne, Bill, Catherine – not born yet: Blake
– and, much later Anne Omlie!
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My Mother designed / cast this earring while a University student.
I wear it as a pendant when I need her near.
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My Mom believed in the boundless / bountiful gifts / sacred offerings / vital lessons of Nature.
My Mother was an adventure in living / thinking / creating / loving.
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My Mother
My Mom
My Genesis
Doris Eileen Cottor Johnson Omlie
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HEAVENINMYMOUTH Catherine L. Johnson 2012
Private collection: Dorothy Darr + Charles Lloyd
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My Mom loooooved my JOY.
My Mom loooooved my resilience.
My Mom looooved my integrity.
My Mom loooooved my adventure.
My Mom looooved my independence.
My Mom looooved my passion.
My Mom looooved my moral courage.
My Mom looooved my inquisitive mind.
My Mom loooved my creativity.
My Mom loooved my radical hope.
My Mom looooved my perseverance.
My Mom loooved – in her words: my ‘sparkle’.
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My Mom ‘gardened’ me
– me,
the unique
BLOOOOOM
of my
Daddy’s love for my Mom,
(her beloved husband of only 10 years – an intimate forever love story)
of my
Mom’s love for my Daddy,
and
of their
testament,
their story of prevailing
pure love
for
EACH
other.
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We shared the childlikebloodheartfirewonderawe of the quote below!
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The soul
should always
stand ajar,
ready to welcome
the ecstatic experience.
Emily Dickinson
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The fifteenth of January 1997
was my Mother’s,
my Mom’s,
Doris Eileen Cottor Johnson Omlie’s
last day on Earth.
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My Mom told me THREE revelations
that she had held tight,
unfolded,
like a
rosebud
[ rohz-buhd ]
in her heart.
My Mom told me to bloooom me.
The next morning my Mom was dead,
and
the unfurled, opened, petals of her rose
were now an incandescent alive constellation
within me
to inspire
the continuous
unfolding / revelation
of
who I am.
Momentous.
Revelations that stated:
I SEE YOU.
I LOVE YOU.
YOU WILL RISE.
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I think of the experience
of that night,
twenty-three years ago.
I can see her turning toward me.
I can see her face.
I can hear her voice: slow, firm, declarative.
Her revelations were distilled, spare.
No embellishment.
A sacred telling.
Urgent.
I listened – rapt.
I wept with its gravity and release to live me.
I thanked her.
I kissed my Mom
goodnight.
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TODAY’s DailyOM:
“…Nearly every revolutionary change
in the history of human progress
came about because someone questioned
some time-honored belief or tradition
and
in doing so revealed a new truth,
a new way of doing things,
or
a new standard for ethical and moral behavior.
A commitment to staying open and inquisitive
in our own individual lives can lead us
to new personal revolutions and truths,
truths that we will hopefully,
for the sake of our growth,
remain open to questioning.”
http://dailyom.com/
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YES.
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Thank you Gina dear
for bringing me to resplendent beauty today
– Como Park Conservatory
and
sharing joyoUS laughING ING ING –
to honor my Mom:
15 January 2020
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Mom in her garden with her Abby (left) and Winston. August 1997.
A crystalline moment that captured her spirit.
I took this picture.
CATHERINE L. JOHNSON 
BEAUTIFUL!!!
We are attending a jazz concert now!
Love you & thinking of you & your Mom.
Uncle Bob & Aunt Sharon