A friend told me the experience recently lived.

She told me she had travelled to São Paulo to visit her mother who is sick:

When I sat down on the bus seat, on the way back, thinking about all the hours of travel ahead, I got discouraged.

I thought that, in the next day, in the morning, tired, I would have a long   schedule to fulfill until seven pm.

I decided to sleep. I tried to close my eyes, and told myself: “Have a rest.”

I couldn’t. I looked ahead, and saw the chaotic traffic, the red lights, the signaling lights on.

Dangerous trespassings, crazy horns, everybody anxious to get home.

Young people juggling, risking their lives for some  change.

I thought to myself: “This is São Paulo, the city where everybody runs, live and love.”

I closed my eyes again, and once more I tried to rest, without getting it.

Then, the memory replayed  recent scenes.

I saw the aged smile, which the suffered life left marked with its wrinkles.

That beautiful smile, and along with it, that tight hug.

Tight hug, followed by the sentence: “You? Is it you, my baby child? Did you come to see me?"

At this moment, I forgot all the tiredness.

In the presence of her smile, of her hug and her words, I realized that the Alzheimer Disease had not affected that  part of the her memory where I exist.

I feel that the fight with the medication and our kindness still continues to work.  

I forgot all my tiredness and realized that, if I had to do all over again, I would do it   a thousand times, and a thousand times more, the same way, exactly the same.

I would face hours of bus travelling, thousand times, just to see my Mom smile, and to answer: “Yes, Mom, this is me, your little one.”

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Love, being the feeling by excellence, makes its home  in our immortal soul.

It is spiritual, that is why, never-ending.

The love that connects kindred souls does not measure sacrifices; does not change by the challenges of physical life.

The filial love,  enclosed in affection, attention, dedication, makes the maternal heart beats faster.

It can make good memories blossom, and perfume missing souls, thirsty for a touch, a word, a gesture.

The maternal love, taken as the most pure and sacred loved on Earth, deserves our gratitude, our reverence, our sacrifices.

To love, truly, is happiness experienced by hearts that know how to float beyond material bonds.

Respond to the love that it is dedicated to us  is to vibrate in the same range of intentions.

It is to synchronize in the same vibrating wave.

When the souls synchronize, the hearts beat together,  not even the Alzheimers of life prevent them to recognize each other.

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Love, Divine essence.

Perfume for the hearts, in this world of illusions, would there be anybody to define it?

Spiritist Moment Team.
January 4.2016.