From the Heart
The embodiment of graceful, you as you near to me.
as graceful as a big white swan, gliding purposefully.
A gentle sparrow on the wing, the songbird you can see,
the pigeons as they gently kiss, as graceful as can be.
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So truly very graceful, like the head of a falling rose,
dipping gently towards earth, with dignity not woe.
and as she lies out on her bed, the end is coming soon
gracefully she kisses earth, where her love once bloomed.
I’m thinking about strength today and what it means. I have been thinking about my mum, her mum and also myself in a way. I come from a line of strong women, strong because they had to be and because they had the strength of character to carry on despite the knocks along the way. I’m thinking about them a lot at the moment as it’s nearly the second anniversary of my mums death.
So what is strength. I don’t think a strong person is one that is able to express themselves loudly, use power over another, overcome those that are weaker or get themselves noticed because of their presence. Strength can be found in silence, like in those that keep their own council without the need to rant and rave about life. Those that are sure of their own strength do not have to demonstrate it outwardly, secure in the knowledge that it is there and available in times of need.
Both my mother and grandmother had a quietness about them that could never be misinterpreted for weakness. Both loved their family fiercely, but did not need to demonstrate this in any other way apart from in the love they showed. Both women made great sacrifices for their children who recognised the strength of their love, knowing they would willingly go to the ends of the earth and back if it was demanded.
Real strength is comes from within, when one has the ability to draw on their own power and strength to face life. It comes from the soul, a soul that has become strong and knowledgable, a soul that understands. A soul that has learnt that it is not necessary to assert power over others in order to be powerful, a soul that understands the only strength you need is the strength to move forward in life with kindness and love. We become strong through our own spiritual growth, through the lessons we learn as we move through our lives.
The last few years of my mothers life she was in constant pain, I don’t want to go into the in’s and out’s of the illness but my admiration for her is incredible. She never complained of her pain, she continued to give out the same love, care and concern as she always had and suffered mainly in silence. Mum had the biggest soul and a strength that was out of this world, despite her own pain her main concern was for those she loved. I am not sure if I would be strong enough given the same circumstance and I hope and pray that I am not ever tested.
So here’s to strength today, to all the strong women out there, strong men and those that are needing to draw on their strength at the moment. May you have all the strength you need to succeed and may you learn from your journey.
Strong woman you’re amazing, you take my breath away
With a meekness that’s inspiring, I watch you every day
Your strength so understated, but so very clearly there
I see in in all things you do, in the passion of your care.
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I know you learnt the hard way, it’s what made you strong
Knocks you had along the way, the days that were so long
But out of all those lessons, you found a strength within
You stood up tall and carried on, oh how did you begin
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Strong woman tell me what you learnt, show me the way
I so want to be as strong as you, I’d like to start off today
With a meekness that hits me hard, not weak in any way.
Will I have to understand your pain, to walk with you today.
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I saw your smile on the carpet today, I hadn’t seen it before.
I see your smile all over the place, each day I see more and more.
Your smile so wide, on precious lips, I remember it so clear.
Smiling now throughout my days, it’s like you are still near.
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I saw your hair at a cafe as I passed, I stopped my heart beating fast.
Golden ringlets with a mind of their own, waving at those walking past.
Hair of an angel, not common at all, but the woman was not you.
I had to look close, just to make sure, as she had your bone structure too.
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I saw your hand on a checkout girl, and another one in the bank.
Hands that helped me all my life, hands I owe so much thanks.
Gentle hands so full of care, with the touch of an angel dear.
I remember holding those hands as you left, the memories still very clear.
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I chase you down the street sometimes, pass you on the stairs.
See you in a cars traveling out of town, but know your not really there.
Memories etched deeply into my mind, now jumping out into my days.
I feel like I still have you here in my world, that you’ll travel with me on my way.
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I couldn’t be graceful if I tried
I have flat feet and dodgy eyes
Dance so sweet with two left feet
I don’t really think I find the beat.
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Graceful is what graceful does
Glides on air like the birds above
Sashays in and floats right out
What the hell is that all about!
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A rose is more than just a flower, it’s a beautiful perfume that follows us around and stays with us. It’s confetti for a bride and a carpet of petals on the ground. A rose is a gift or love, a welcome and a goodbye and a beautiful memory to cherish. May your own spirit grow into the world like the spirit of a rose.
~ Liza
Dreaming is on my mind at the moment, I’m drowning in dreams. Not drowning in the physical sense but immersed in the detail. My dreams are magnificent and confusing at the same time, they lift me up high and leave me feeling desolate and out of touch.
I’m a big ball of emotion so it makes sense my dreams would reflect this. There is lots of water in my dreams, still and powerful, rough and deep, waves crash against land as if trying to destroy it. I am the land and the water is my emotions I would imagine.
I dream in colour, beautiful colour that dive into and become. Colours also represent my moods and I bring the colours back to my waking state. Morning moods are representations of my dreams. It can take me a while to adjust to the day.
I dream of big houses, mansions and temples with many rooms. Ceilings that never end and lead to somewhere out of reach. I think I am exploring my mind, chamber by chamber. The water I spoke of is always around the walls or I cross it to get inside.
The people I love visit my dreams, those no longer here and those I’ve lost touch with. We don’t necessarily talk but we understand each other, we speak with our minds or telepathically. I don’t feel my mouth moving but I look out of my eyes I think, I don’t see myself but I feel myself.
I learn things in dreams that I find to be true when I’m awake. Some things don’t make sense to me immediately but might later. I’m fascinated by my dreams at the moment, the in between is my waking hours. I so look forward to going to bed at the moment, I’m finding it’s a festival of discovery.
What is a dream, it’s so hard to see
Is it a book in our minds that we read
With reams of pages turning fast
A book that’s short and never lasts
What is a dream, can we really hear
The audible bits that seem so clear
Action through my dream as I walk
That don’t make a sound, but I hear you talk
What is a dream, can we truly feel
As we are touched it appears so real
At other times, when we reach out
Our arms are left empty, no feeling about
What is a dream, do we fly high
As the things we see go flying by
Scenery changes as quick as you like
From brightest day to darkest night
What is a dream, can we honestly eat
The fruit I taste, appears so sweet
But when I think more, it’s very rare
That I even consider eating there
What is a dream, can we just speak
As when I try it comes out so weak
Sometimes I really try to cry out
But the noises I make will not come about
What is a dream, can we plan before
Can we book our dreams, then some more
Because if I could plan my dream today
It wouldn’t end with you going away
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