Memorial to my Mother

A Divine Feminine in my life…

The future looked bright for Anna Marie when she was 2 years old. Her childhood took a dark turn the year that followed when my Grandmother Gladys faced another pandemic of Tuberculosis. It was a hard time, passed around, as Census documents Gladys’ moves from one place to another near the end. She died before they invented penicillin. I’ve taken all my COVID shots for her.

In those days, they went out looking for those who were sick, and if they found you ill, or noticed a cough, the health department escorted you to quarantine. No one looks too happy at the last family picture taken close to the end. I still turn to her when I need to forgive.

Her second life started when she was 19. She and my Dad eloped on April Fool’s Day as soon as he returned from service. For 75 years they’ve been April Fools. They never knew a time apart.

She came from a long line of teachers, preachers, and piano players. She made sure all her children learned to play the piano. She always rounded us up at Christmas to sang carols around the piano.  She played the organ in church in later years.  She was an artist as well, though she discounted her own talent.

She had a penchant for manners and proper language. She corrected us when we said, “I got.” I don’t remember a curse word spoken in our house. Children during the time of TB were taught to behave, since the chances were 30% that your parents would die, and you’d be raised by someone else. Manners were a matter of life and death, the same for her fundamental Christian faith. She prayed for my Salvation for following a Spiritual Path. She said she prayed for me every day. Still, I found comfort in her prayers through the hard times. Our line is English/Irish/Scottish. Her freckles face went well with her auburn hair.


She hated my ratted hairdo’s in the 60’s. Looking back, I can see her point.

She lost her short-term memory when she was about 90 years old. She couldn’t remember what you just said, but she always remembered who we were to follow a sentence or two. Our family has been torn apart since she “went missing.” She was the glue.

I honor her struggle for perfection, given the “hard road” of her childhood. I forgive the differences between us for Gladys, who had to shoo her away to save her life. I’m glad her family was waiting up above.

Life turned hard and cold after she faded into silence. Gladys and Merrill (my Grandfather) are always close at hand. They offer a reason to forgive and to extend my Unconditional Love.

Rest in Peace Mom, until I get there. I miss our conversations. You’ll still be with me here and now for always. I hope to be another you, when I finally claim my Highest Hopes and Aspirations.

“Debbie” aka Debra Lee

My keyboard finally made it out of the packing box on the day she was laid to rest. Maybe she’ll help me brush up the songs I used to play.  Music has been missing from my life, the 7 years while she faded away. She was always happy to be the audience for anyone who would sit down to play her a song.



13 Earth/CABAN (Cherokee, Heron/GUWI’SGUWI)

Galactic Tone 13: Ascension; Thirteen assists us to go to the next higher step, propels us to try something new or to try again. Thirteen energy takes us over the next mountain just to see what is there. Thirteen carries the last success to the newest effort. Thirteen is a number associated with the Ascended Masters, creation, expansion, and manifestation.

Earth/Caban: Earth/Caban: Keeper of the garden of Earth. Profound synchronistic connections to Earth’s natural cycles and energies provide power of creations and memories of ancient wisdom. Earth persons help dispel bad intentions, habits and ideas. This makes them very good counselors and masters of all arts. Studious and intelligent, Earth persons endeavor to bring a flow of natural order to all aspects of life. Being connected to the dynamic forces of nature, Earth persons need much liberty to facilitate their expression of migration or the sending of long distance communications such as the whales, elephants, birds and many other creatures. Sometimes Earth’s delicate sensitivities are upset resulting in quakes of emotion even the display of volcanic temper.

Cherokee, Heron/GUWI’SGUWI: Sign of movement, of perpetual motion, recycling, regeneration; environmentalists fighting for the underdog. Heron is mentally alert, rational, yet opinionated; has a great faith in people and in the divine plan, holding the magic of ministry, medicine, marketing and matchmaking; healing abilities, especially with crystals; negotiation and mediation energy. Heron is symbolized by Deneb, located in the Northern Cross beside the Milky Way.

[Text in italics was the primary source of inspiration for my journal. These are the sources that started my journey and they are the reference for interpretation each day. By providing the original text, I hope to offer a way to see what inspired my thoughts and by including all the aspects – allow for something more to inspire you. Mayan descriptions are those written by Ian Lungold. Cherokee descriptions came from multiple sources. Links to sources and other resources of study are offered on the Daykeeper Resources Page. ~Debra]

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