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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.

 

My Mom loved loving
what is life:
all the vicissitudes of life – the joys and sorrows,
all that laughed, cried, bloomed,
barked, explored, achieved,
failed and tried again,

hoped for

and
blue skies where bluebirds fly.

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Mother believed

the dreams that you dare to dream

do really
come

true.

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rosE: FIRE VI                                                                                    Catherine L. Johnson 2018

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Doris Eileen Cottor Johnson Omlie
Lynne Johnson Omlie   Dr. William Richard Johnson Omlie   me

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Mom  suddenly crossed over on 16 January 1997.

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Her room radiated a golden aura.
Her head was turned toward the window with the bird feeder a few feet away.
Her 4 dogs were lying at the end of her bed
–  rhythmically  breathing, asleep.
I entered.
Her blue eyes were open and her body was still warm.
I prayed for strength and grace.

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Our ( Lynne, Bill, Blake, Anne and my*) Mom’s favorite song…
*She was Mom/Dorie to Katherine Omlie Lutjens and Dr. Mark Omlie.

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https://catherineljohnson.files.wordpress.com/2018/01/5d17f-d01_5783-edit-americanrobinflying.jpg

Our  Mom loved Robins, the herald of Spring!

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14 May 2017

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Mother’s Day

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YOUR day
because
you cherish tending love
and
YOU are cherished!

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xoxo

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My Mother, the late Doris Eileen Cottor Johnson Omlie, who forever watches over me.
I miss her so!
I do feel her presence every day…

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MY MOTHER’S GARDEN: DORIS EILEEN  CATHERINE L. JOHNSON 1997
 
THANK YOU
FOR THE BEAUTIFUL
BOUQUET OF YOUR HEART…
AND SHARING ITS GLOW
WITH THOSE YOU LOVE
AND
LOVE
YOU…
 
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
TO ALL
WHOSE HEART
 WELCOMES.
CELEBRATES.
COMFORTS
AND
NURTURES…
 
AT TIMES, WE ALL ARE CHILDREN
 
X CATHERINE
 
 
13 MAY 2012

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