I had a need
An aching pain
To feel a love
Through sun and rain.
My cup’s o’erflowing
My need is filled
And now I dream
Of peace and still.
I had a need
An aching pain
To feel a love
Through sun and rain.
My cup’s o’erflowing
My need is filled
And now I dream
Of peace and still.
Not me
Not now
Not ever
Glitter and gowns
Petals and stem
Diamond and rings
Lovers and hearts
The setting and stone
I wait alone
I wait for you
Surrounded by silence
And thoughts so blue
Where are you
Where could you be?
Do you know I’m here
Do you think of me?
Broken hearts and
Broken lives.
Falling tears,
Falling apart.
Misunderstandings
And confusion.
It’s a broken
Hurting world.

My late mil (mother-in-law) often used to start her sentences with ‘the main thing is’. Followed by what the main thing would be for that particular day.
A few years back I went through an experience that broke me. My children were both young, my daughter was one year and a bit. My husband was on a contract in Melbourne, and I was alone with my children in Johannesburg. I was alone.
I went through an experience that broke my soul. That changed how I think about things. How I see the world and people. And left me with a wound. On a deeper, more spiritual level. I was left floundering, pained, hurt, wounded.
I am still trying to heal that wound. I am still seeking validation outside of me. I am still looking to others to validate me. And I realized today I don’t need others to validate me. I don’t need to look outside myself. I don’t need to fulfill the expectations that others might have of me. I don’t need to fill shoes that others have decided I should fill.
And it so clearly came to mind, the main thing is:
I am me, and I am okay.

Sometimes we girls need friends. Some girl power to lift us up, and remind us we are loved. Today I spent a couple of hours with one of my girlfriends. I arrived with a sore heart. Only to find that it was uplifted and encouraged. We enjoyed the sun, the scenery, the coffee, the lunch, the company, each other, and celebrating the fact that we are girls. No, not girls. We are Women. Mothers. Wives. Friends.
We are passionate. And we are awesome. 🙂
Cruel words hurt and plunder
Cruel words are slicing knives
Cruel words break my heart and
Cruel words make me cry
Cruel words are honest and
Sometimes I would rather
Cruel words be damned and
Rather hear a lie
When all is said and done
After your love has come and gone
When sadness enters uninvited
And I am feeling low
I will look inside me,
Be still and know
I am me, and I am
Okay.