Held Aloft

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I’m beside myself with worry, this really can’t be right,
I dreamt a plane was crashing, I dreamt it late last night.

I know it’s not an omen, I hope so anyway,
as I’m flying off myself soon, in just a couple of days.

Why can’t I dream of riches, of love and spiritual paths,
instead of things like crashes, with memories that last.

I know it’s because I’m packing now, I know this is the way,
it’s guilt about the fun I’ll have, I’m sure that’s what they’d say.

So I will buckle up my seatbelt and think of better things,
and pray the plane will hold us up, I’ll really watch the wings.

I have set my new  intention, to only dream of love,
avoiding cheese, crossing hearts and sending prayers above.

Echo of your Voice

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A mountain keeps an echo deep inside.  That’s how I hold your voice.

~Rumi

Your far away now, further than I can follow, but I still hear your voice.  I hear your voice deep inside where there is stillness and peace.  And when I am there I can hear you as if you are next to me.  Your voice will never fade for me, never dim and never not mean the world to me.

In response to today’s Daily Prompt – Mountain

Ravaged by Storms

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 Sorrow prepares you for joy.  It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.  It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.  It pulls up rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.  Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place –    Rumi

I believe in this quote from Rumi the 13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic.  I believe as it helps me face my challenges head on, it helps me survive obstacles that can sometimes feel insurmountable.  I don’t welcome challenges but I accept them, I acknowledge them and let them sit with me until they pass through.  Only then can I see and feel what they have left in their wake, only then can I begin to understand them and build from them.   I think of myself as a tree ravaged by the winter storms, uncovered and naked only to be clothed again in spring as I begin again with the warmth of a new day.

Sending Love

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I’m sending love across at you, it’s painfully clear to see.
That you need help, to be wrapped up, by someone more than me.

Your terrified of looking up, your posture tells me so.
I guess your really struggling and wanting to let go.

We’re in the doctors waiting room, and there’s another three, 
I hope they call you in soon, you can go in front of me.

I want to cry at what I feel, your pain is clearly deep.
Your eyes, your face, the whole of you, it makes me want to weep.

I pray that you will smile again, I pray you will survive, 
I know this isn’t any way for one to be alive.

I hope the doctors helpful, that he doesn’t send you off,
without the building blocks you need, to hold yourself aloft.

I wrote this after visiting the doctors this morning.  I saw this guy there and my heart went out to him.  I was thinking if everybody who reads this attempt at poetry sends him a bit of love it might just help.  If it creates a picture in your mind, then maybe with love, it can create healing and recovery for him.   I live in Brighton, Sussex so imagine him there and send your love.  Thanks x

Is it Over…

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I really tried to tell you, explain to you my path,
I only wished you listened, you really make me laugh.

Having all the answers, although you didn’t see,
the very subtle changes, that were happening to me.

Drifting up two different roads, traveling separate ways,
I hardly think you noticed, when I was gone for days.

So now you want to real me in, tell me that you care, 
tell me that I have it wrong and you were always there.

Well my love, my golden boy, I really thought you knew,
that you and I and all that jazz, are well and truly through

Transformation 

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When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings
Dean Jackson
 


Life transforms us, experience and greater understanding of our purpose. I am not the child of my youth, although I think of her often as she did the best she could with the options open to her at the time. 

 I am not the wife, mother or friend that I once was, where I remain in any of these roles I have evolved into something else through experience and understanding.

 Life transforms us many times along the way and at the end, our transition transforms us once again.

Daily Word Prompt – Transformation

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Thought Shower

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The whimsical ramblings on my blog site,

mainly assist me to see the world right.

To process my feelings, work out what’s inside,
these deep set emotions I often can’t hide.

I feel invisible here, it’s a safe place to be,

not many of you would know the real me.
But that’s an illusion, I just worked that out,
as twitter is linked, I will soon be found out.
Do I really care, is this my real truth,
to be appreciated  as me and like myself too.
I’m enjoying myself and making new friends,

the benefits of blogging don’t seem to end.

Time for a Joke

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Daily Word Prompt – Embarrassing

This photo of my wonderful step father, Bill which was taken a couple of months before he passed away at 80.

Wearing the sick bowl on his head was just his idea of a joke while waiting in the emergency department. Standing around the bed with worried looks, we were just too serious for his liking, he needed to raise a smile or two.

To others this sort of behaviour might be embarrassing but to us it was just a reminder of his beautiful spirit. A man in a million who always had a moment spare for a joke and plenty of jokes to spare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Embarrassing Moments

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What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me, now let me think.

Was it when my little boy going through the subway stopped to tell the guard he was five really and only pretending to be four to travel free.  Or was it when the same little angel stood up on a bus in a culturally diverse area of town and told most of the passengers they should be in Africa after watching Sesame Street.   I have never let him forget either of these embarrassing moments, not that I think he really cares.  Thats the beauty of kids, they are brilliant with their honest approach to life, they say what they feel and don’t consider the consequences.

Another embarrassing memory is the time my best friend asked me to smell some perfume in a shop, I did and told her it smelt like cats pee only to find it nicely wrapped up on the table when we got home.  That we are still friends nearly 40 years later is a mystery.  I used to get embarrassed lots when I was younger, I always appeared to be putting my foot in it in one way or another.   I will never forget the feeling of those red cheeks when the boy I liked looked my way, I could feel it creeping up and there was no stopping the flush of fancy!

I can’t think of what might embarrass me now, I don’t blush anymore and if I’m honest I don’t really get embarrassed.  I laugh out loud a lot when I make mistakes, I turn myself into a joke often to lighten the atmosphere but rarely do I get embarrassed.  Now is this because I have learnt etiquette, I watch my P’s and Q’s and I’m no longer wishing for a boyfriend or is it because I simply don’t really give two monkeys what people think about me anymore.  I have lost the need to fit in with everyone else, I like to be different now.

I believe it’s probably a mixture of things but certainly one thing is I have connected to my inner child and I will ponder a while on what might embarrass her.

Prayer for the Hopeless

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I ask to be as slim as when I thought that I was fat

Those days of long gone by, when I thought that I looked crap

Oh to fit that little piece, I kept in posterity

Who would ever have thought it once looked good on me

 

The years pile on my waistline, however hard I’ve tried

When I try to pull my jeans up,  they hear a random cry

I have to accept this padding, as it refuses to go away

I wish, I pray and hope that it will be fashionable one day