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When we LET GO we RECEIVE

4/5/2014

Mommy's Wedding Dress

For many years I carried my Mom's wedding dress with me through many moves. Then, just a couple of months ago I decided that it was time that this fragile wedding dress find a place to show itself, outside of the box in which it had arrived in 1955.

With tears I let the dress go, telling myself that the memories and Love live in my Heart. I looked at it one more time, with tears streaming I asked the Angels to please take this dress to a beautiful home where it would be honored and admired. It went to an antique shop in Plettenberg Bay, South Africa.

Ted Horn and Gwynneth on their wedding day

Little Gwynneth Davey a precious and adored child who spoke in a lilting manner in Old English that confounded her family. A gentle and Old Spirit doing a Life Journey of Love.

Some of my Mom's little Treasures from her childhood, stored in an old Nestle' chocolate box.

As we move through this Life we gather and accumulate the moments that record memorable events and occasions.

Then there comes a time when we will have to leave these behind as the Soul moves beyond this Realm.

Like markers of Being these precious relics drift into the back of cupboards of our children and loved ones.

There will come a time when someone will need to make the painful decision to disconnect from the possession and agree to hold the Love in the Memories of the Heart and not the dusty box in which they reside.

Great Upheaval, Intense Emotions

After 14 years, my husband, Dad and I found a place to once again call home.

To celebrate our move my Dear Friend Pam took me to lunch at a lovely place that was new to me - Ouland Royale in Plettenberg Bay. As we arrived I could feel a sense of delight and kept remarking to Pam that this place is somewhere that my darling Mom would have loved. The garden was delightful and as we entered the open space, filled with beautiful displays, hats, lamps and art, I again had to say how special this place felt. We glanced at the menu and I had to choose one of my Mom's favorite dishes - Potato Leek Soup, made by the gorgeous owner Wilja Reitz. We sauntered about, playing with the magical hats created by Wilja and all the while I kept feeling my Mom's Spirit.

Pam and Joy being silly in the adorned and beautifully designed hats created by Wilja.

And there was the box that had held the dress through many moves to Colorado and back - this wedding dress, free at last to glow as it did one day back in 1955.

Like an Angel there it stood

As we turned to the next beautiful display, there stood this ethereal wedding dress. For a moment I just felt a knot in my throat and then without thinking I said to Pam - this is my Mom's wedding dress - I remember the little buttons on the sleeves when I had worn the dress as a child, the softness of the skirt and the delicacy of the lace. Only, now it looked different - Regal and Ethereal. I began to doubt myself and then glanced down and saw the round box it had lived in for 59 years.
Sobs of delight and gratitude, this beautiful dress that belonged to my Gracious and Beautiful Mom had a new home. The Angels had nudged Wilja to bring it to this charming location where, like my mother, it would Grace the space in which it stood. Here to remind us that Life's passage is short and Precious beyond words. And that in all occasions we need to celebrate the passing of our Life Journey.

My Mom

Thank you Wilja for the gift of bringing my Mom's wedding gown to your beautiful place that she would have just LOVED. May the Spirit of my Mom be in your beautiful venue and May you and all who share memorable experiences in the space at Ouland Royale feel Divine Blessings.

When we Let Go we Receive

I would never have imagined that letting go of my Mom's wedding dress would impact so poignantly in my life. My Dad called my Mom his Queen and it is as if her spirit holds a space of regal dignity at Ouland Royale.

My Dad, Ted Horn woo'ed my mother with song as this he thought is what one has to do to get the attention of the girl you love, so after watching Mario Lanza sing in the movies he swept my Mom off her feet with his magnificent voice.

I grew up to the sound of my Dad singing and when we lived in Colorado I would phone home and ask Daddy to sing to me. Then one year Teddy did a quick recording of his singing to bring to me as a gift. It is one of my most cherished gifts. I share it with you x

Listen to my Dad's song to his "Queen"

The Journey of our Lives is all about Release - this is the most pivotal aspect of this Life Journey. My Mom helped to open up this awareness - in Life and in her passing. The story of release is a holding theme in Joy's book - A Journey to Remember: Recapturing the Unique Codes of our Magnificence. Available from Amazon.

Gwynneth Myrtle Davey Horn's wedding dress

The Perfume of my Mom -
I put some on my wrist, close my eyes and feel you near

Moments of Memories

Gwynny's favorite perfume - L'air du Temps by Nina Ricci

Thank you Wilja

Angels recognise Angels

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Gwynneth Myrtle Horn (nee Davey) 8 September 1936 – 15 April 2010

1/9/2013

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This little poem was written late one night a few months before my darling Mom passed away. The words flowed into my awareness and I felt like they were spoken to me from the Soul of my Mom in preparation for her Leaving. (Written 14th February 2010. Gwynny passed away 15th April, 2012)

When you Find me Rested in my Chair From the Soul of my Mom

When you find me rested in my chair,

Sit beside me quietly there,

As you offer up a final prayer.

Let it be filled with thanks for gifts of Love

To touch my Soul that’s just above.

And even though my pulse is no longer there

Know my Soul’s embrace is everywhere

Some tears may fall, for you my child –

But let these words to your Heart say,

Your Mother loved you in Every Way.

The song of life continues in your smile

Now you hold the journey that makes Life worthwhile.

You see, it matters not that we have aged,

What’s important is that we played.

The parting now may be filled with yearning

Still we danced through this life journey -

Somehow needing one another for our Spirit’s Learning.

So as you say goodbye to that part of me that is no more,

Embrace the Soul that now lifts and soars.

It is without a doubt, I know,

That we shall meet again when it is your time to let go.

Our souls shall once again be reconciled

And you will see the Love Light in my smile.

Remember only the best of me,

And forgive the parts of my human frailty.

My child, I say to you with all my heart,

That in this Life, loving you was the very best part.

Until then, my beloved one, I’ll watch over you and hold you dear,

Remember,

I am always near.

She is Gone

You can shed tears that she is gone,
Or you can smile because she lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

‘For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning’

Psalm 30:5