This morning my oldest friend (from when I was thirteen) called me instead of texting. We had a brief connection where we could speak for awhile. She is in Johannesburg, and timezone difference make it somewhat more difficult than texting. Afterwards, she texted me and said it was so nice just to hear my voice. This evening I listened to an interview of an online friend of mine. It is the first time I heard her voice. And it sounded exactly like I thought it would sound! When my mother passed away, I remember thinking I will never hear her voice again! But I do. I hear it in my dreams. Our voices are a gift. It allows us to express ourselves. Yesterday I said words that expressed my soul. And today I was left wondering, why did I say those things? Because it was the only way my soul could express itself. Each soul is unique. Including mine. And that is okay.
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Lacking Confidence
Sometimes
I wish I could be less of me
And more of others that I see
If only I could stop and be
The only me that makes
Me unique
COB Challenge
On Saturday I left my water bottle at a game of cricket. It is my constant companion, so was really missing it at my Monday spin class. After school pickup on Monday, I decided to drive past the park just out of interest. And there we go. Just where I left it. Untouched and unmoved!
You Are My Company
This morning I walked my daughter to school, instead of dropping her off outside the gates. When we entered the road that her school is in, there was only a short way to go, and she is getting older now. I said to her, you can walk the rest of the way by yourself. And she replied, I don’t want to, I want you to walk with me, you are my company. One little sentence that made my heart soar, and heart sore for knowing that she will grow and fly away. Yes, my child, for now, I am your company, and you are mine.
❤
One Source
What story do you have
Do you have to share?
What do you feel?
What do you need?
If you could speak
So I could understand
If I could speak
So you could understand
What would you say?
What would I say?
Whilst we share
The same air that you
Breathe in
The same source that you
Breathe out
That I breathe in
Again.
OWPC: Ant
A literal take on this topic, never knew how difficult it is to capture ants! They are always on the go!
http://jennifernicholewells.com/2015/
11/17/one-word-photo-challenge-ant/
Being Vulnerable
When I am alone and lost
And don’t know where to rest
When my moods are low
And I’m failing every test
Your love takes hold
You reach for me
I take your hand
We are meant to be
❤
Thanks to my husband
For helping me through
Difficult days
Image credit: Alex Wong
Defeatist vs Gratitude
It was commented to me by a friend today that practicing gratitude on one level is being defeatist, and that I am it. Instead of being more assertive in what I would want, and not want, I rather accept any crumbs thrown my way. I thought about a conversation I have had recently with someone else, and I had started off with a fiery opinion. After a few choice words from the recipient, I lost all my fire and traction I had in the beginning. So I admitted to my friend, yes I guess I am defeatist. Yeah, look at you, I was told, even being defeatist about being defeatist.
Song in the Wind
The wind caresses my skin
As the birds begin to sing
The sun bids farewell
As the moon takes its stand
My lungs are filled
With the song of spirit
And I feel one
With light and love
And nature
Dark Despair
In deep despair
I hold myself
In blackened day
I cry to you
You do not hear
You do not care
And silently
I bear my pain
Poems and Petals 