Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Random acts of care
"A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees"
~ Amelia Earhart
She inhaled the camphor from the small scentsy vial that he had given her the day he came to stay.
It calmed her when she got upset or worried, which was most of the Time.
She worried so much about just how he would strike out on his own. Life was tough enough , he was an exchange student from a developing country who would eat only vegan food.
He understood her anxiety.
She was lonely, a widow who rented out a room that was her late husbands office room that she had converted into a boarding so she could have some company to keep away the loneliness that overwhelmed her.
THE POEM THAT HEALED
There lies a valley deep within
The tangled jungles of the universe
The center of the four corners of the Star system
Where faeries live and songs do tell
Of a crystal sun and painted clouds
Mermaid fins and dolphin waves
Wales singing in the deepest of blue
Songs of old and songs of new
This valley and this sacred beach
Do speak to many
To many she shall teach
The ways of old the respect of Gaia
Reminding us children of her magnificent self
Giving always nurturing with her touch
Her smell and her sound
Her heartbeat forever radiating from the soft ground
I love you Mother
I hear you in your Valley
In the wind and in the trees
In the glowing rainbow breeze.
In the sunsets and dewy dawn
In the bird song and windswept lawn
In the silence of the long summer nights
In the twitter of early morn
I am here for you- O Mother of mine
Bloodlines are not needed
To entwine, love and understanding
Wins every time.
She found this poem addressed to her and felt the peace she was craving for all along.
Her husband smiled as she now had a living soul to mother and nurture again.
She worried so much about just how he would strike out on his own. Life was tough enough , he was an exchange student from a developing country who would eat only vegan food.
He understood her anxiety.
She was lonely, a widow who rented out a room that was her late husbands office room that she had converted into a boarding so she could have some company to keep away the loneliness that overwhelmed her.
THE POEM THAT HEALED
There lies a valley deep within
The tangled jungles of the universe
The center of the four corners of the Star system
Where faeries live and songs do tell
Of a crystal sun and painted clouds
Mermaid fins and dolphin waves
Wales singing in the deepest of blue
Songs of old and songs of new
This valley and this sacred beach
Do speak to many
To many she shall teach
The ways of old the respect of Gaia
Reminding us children of her magnificent self
Giving always nurturing with her touch
Her smell and her sound
Her heartbeat forever radiating from the soft ground
I love you Mother
I hear you in your Valley
In the wind and in the trees
In the glowing rainbow breeze.
In the sunsets and dewy dawn
In the bird song and windswept lawn
In the silence of the long summer nights
In the twitter of early morn
I am here for you- O Mother of mine
Bloodlines are not needed
To entwine, love and understanding
Wins every time.
She found this poem addressed to her and felt the peace she was craving for all along.
Her husband smiled as she now had a living soul to mother and nurture again.
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