Bessie has many friends and a great family. She has a heart big enough to tend to each of us as if we are family. She feeds us body and soul, as the grace-filled and gracious woman she is. She shows her love in numerous ways, but I can only speak of how she has shown me love on light-hearted occasions and on occasions when I was despondent and hopeless.
Bessie is lit with God-light. She is a healer-woman, a Light Worker, an Energy Worker and a Minister. She speaks of this comfortably, naturally, and not as though it is some secret esoteric knowledge that only a few possess. She knows that we as children of God are seeking our birthright of holiness and healed spirits. She is an enabler in the best sense. Her work enables us to come to ourselves and God in a more authentic way. She brings joy out of pain, by penetrating the illusions that pain constructs and the very real pains that harm us, with laser beam love. She is a surgeon of the spirit. She is highly skilled and humble. I say these things not to boost her up, but to awaken others that people like her do exist. Bessie is one of the most grounded individuals I have ever met. She is grounded in the mud of Louisiana. The best, blackest, richest mud on Earth. She is true, through and through, and today is her birthday. Hallelujah.
Bessie has a very refined palate. She was raised around excellent, fresh foods. Her father had a steakhouse. She worked in it from a young age. As a home cook, I have never known anyone who gives so much to her cooking and makes it seem so effortless. I have only had the pleasure of eating at her home a handful of times but it has always been exquisite and she never breaks a sweat unless she is beating the hell out of a bunch of celery.
Bessie knows me. She knew me well in a matter of days. That is something that doesn’t happen often. I do appear to be gregarious and transparent, but Bessie knows me on a deep level that I don’t reveal to many people. If I didn’t have this kind of friendship I would be so very poor. I would be hungry. I would be bereft.
Bessie knows how to guard her time and being, and she has taught me how to do the same. I am catching on. This makes for a happier Clare. She is right about that. God put Bessie in my life soon after my mother died when I was transitioning to being an adult orphan—both of my parents are deceased. Bessie never tried to fill my mama’s shoes. She always felt like a friend or sister to me. Her advice came to me with wisdom and authority and that sacred groundedness that struck me as TRUTH. I didn’t question it because it resonated in my soul.
Bessie saved my life. The angels that directed me to her saved me, too. I was going through a medication change and was vulnerable. I had severe pressure on me and my depression was severe–situational depression and clinical chemical depression. I won’t go into the details, but that LOVE LASER BEAM came out of her and it penetrated my deathly gloom and I saw the Truth. Even if my faith in myself was shaken to the core, I had faith in her wisdom at that point and I knew deeply that God was with me. At the time, I couldn’t see how, but an hour later a new life revealed itself to me and the pain was completely gone. Miracle after miracle.
People think a miracle is some extraordinary thing like raising the dead. Metaphorically, yes. In my belief miracles happen all the time, in moments of awakening, in deepening trust, in new friendships, in deepening love, in new births, in all of Creation. I am blessed to have a friend whose joy for life is so pleasing to behold. I am grateful for a friend who kids me about my silliness which I know perturbs her but she still pokes fun at me. I am grateful for a woman in my life who knows how to assess a situation and handle crises and dinner parties! Bessie oozes class but she can also play in the mud. She is the best kind of friend. For her birthday, I could not think of a single thing that she could possibly need or want other than a bottle of wine, but I hope these words bring her happy tears and the warmth of my love.
I love you, Bessie.