My son went to live with God 5 years ago on Thursday. Every year my sister sends me flowers to honor the day…
The shape of love is as gentle as a rose in full bloom, it is translucent moonlight in a darkened room… Love is a fragrance felt on the skin, a secret dwelling place that resides within… it’s all our dreams consenting to be known… It’s the joy of sensing that we’re never alone… It’s the kind of magic that renews our faith, it’s a warm feeling where gratitude bathes…
Basking in the holiness of the outdoors, I found beauty on comforting shores. decorations crafted by the ocean, in shape and form artistically broken… adorning fallen trees, they brought me to my knees..
When I was a child I was very curious, I would open draws search in cupboards. I knew where my mom kept her stash of Chocolates and sweets. It was not celebrated though, if something got lost they would say to ask Ally she’ll know where it is. My curiosity got me into trouble many times. I remember staying with a friend of my parents and I would look into everything. I broke something once because I was trying to see how it worked. To this day I have never told anyone. My mother used to say “curiosity kills the cat.” I wonder if she was trying to tell me something, but that never deterred me! I haven’t grown out of this curiosity, I still find myself digging into things, wanting to know why things happen and how things work. I recently read a study that curiosity is a great asset for a child to have. I wish my family had read that study back then…
“I come into the peace of wild things. who do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief.“ -― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry
When you feel like you’ve lost your way and glib answers just don’t cut it.
When you’ve almost entirely forgotten who you are, when darkness thickens, and light is barely visible, and all you want to do is lie down and let your emotions run through you and out of you to sink into the long grass of despair…
When all around you are voices, empty harrowing voices making way too much noise, distracting you from your inner silence and the beauty that you have come to know so well!
Look up my darling, stare through the windows to the sky, see how the leaves glisten and honey bees gather unperturbed…
Look up and you won’t notice how frail your earthly form has become, how much a dim world has hurt you…
Just absorb the silence, let butterflies remind you to breathe in the gentle fragrance of earth again as their pale yellow impressions dance in the cool of the day…
Listen closely to the buzzing of bees bringing you back from the abyss and welcoming you into the peace of this magical world,
The cacophony of voices will fade into oblivion and vibrations of kindness will return you once again to the wonder of wild things…
I’m starting a series of recollections of when I was a child…
When I was a child we moved around a lot and every time we moved my father would say “don’t tell anyone”. This was a terrible dilemma for me because I had spent the best part of a year developing a friendship with just one friend. Now I had to vanish into thin air like I never existed. The trauma was unbearable because of what waited for me on the other side, a friendless future and being shy didn’t help.
To this day I only recall the names of 2 childhood friends from school. I also have an aversion to secrets!