11/9/10 Hatha , I Call Nana

I called Nana, also know as Luke's mom. Sometimes it's hard to talk to her because she's so depressed and just really wants to talk about her hard times. When I think about what my mom had to go through, I sometimes get mad at her complaints but . . . . then I just think about the fact that my mom had true faith and Luke's mom is alone without any faith. She talked for about an hour and I know that she felt better.

She loves to her my miracle stories. Why? I don't know. Maybe they speak to her inner self.

I told her about Carl and how he survived after so many heart issues and flat lines. Who knows?

She loved hearing it. It was something I couldn't give her in the material world.

She's upset because her house and her neighborhood are so isolate and quiet. She always says, quiet as the grave. I know she hates it--on one level. I told her that Carl bought a tent and pitched it in the midst of his friends forest land (lots of acres). He wanted to be alone to meditate and come closer to God. He is truly in silence. She was fascinated.

I'm going to send her a photo of Carl.