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Daily Prompt: Passionate

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I’m passionate about life, I love so much about it.  I think when your passionate about something you put your heart and soul into it, your very existence is connected.

I’m passionate about my family, I would go to the ends of the earth and back to protect my son from harm.  It destroys me inside to see him or anyone of my family suffering.  Having a child is a wonderful experience but you also learn what real fear is, from the moment they are born you know it is your responsibility to protect and love them.  A mothers love is fierce and passionate.

Not everyone feels this love, maybe because they have not experienced it themselves.  I have spent many years working with young people traumatised by early experiences, damaged by the very people who were supposed to love and care for them.  I have been passionate in that I want them to have the very best care that leads to their recovery  from trauma.  I believe and want for these young people to have the best lives possible and reach their full potential.  I have been outspoken at times and ruffled some feathers but I have got results.

My life changes, I don’t work as much and my son has grown and flown the nest but my passion continues along different avenues.  Today I am passionate about love, kindness  and the world we live in, just being a good person.   As you probably know if you follow my blog, I love nature and taking photos on my phone. Funny how all of a sudden I’ve noticed the world around me and how beautiful it is.

I’m also passionate about writing, I want to keep at it, improve, share a message and learn  🙂

 

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Wishing Well

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Wondrous wishing well, lend me your heart,

The love that you share, I don’t know how to start.

Wondrous wishing well, show me your depth,

So I can find deepness, before my own death.

Wondrous wishing well, teach me charity,

So I can give kindly, without thinking of me.

Wondrous wishing well, how much will it cost.

To restore my souls brightness, before I am lost.

 

Dying Sun

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And so the light is fading, the winters drawing near.

The summer sun is dimming, the days are not as clear.

I’m thankful for my summer, the joy along the way.

And now the winters drawing in, shorter are my days.

With winter comes warm fires, dying embers in the grate.

Like memories that fade away, even now when I’m awake.

But I’m thankful for the days we had, the joy along the way.

If only the summer sun would wait, for just a few more days.

Back to the Sea

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I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky. 

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;  

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white tails shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the sea’s again for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.

I must go down to the sea’s again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gulls way and the whales way, where the winds like a whetted knife.

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over.

~ John Masefield

 

This was my step fathers favourite poem, it was read by my nephew at his funeral.  He had been in the Navy and told many tails of his travels.  Before that he piped the ships out to sea as a piper.  His father had spent a lifetime in the Merchant Navy and the sea was in his blood.  After he died my son told me he felt he had gone back to sea, I agreed as that is where I see him.

There is something about the sea that draws me, I’m drawn in all seasons but I do love the power of the waves crashing against the shore.  The sea takes no prisoners, we are at its mercy always and should respect its presence.

I hear the term ‘living on the edge’ is associated with those that are drawn to the sea and in some way connected with madness.  If that’s the case I’m okay with it as I am ruled by the elements, the brightness and warmth of the sun, the influence of the moon and tides, the power of the sea and the beauty of nature.

I walk to the sea when I’m unsure of myself, confused or melancholy in a way.  I let the wind blow through my hair and the salted wind whip at my face and it puts things back into perspective for me.  I realise I am just a very small part of this huge universe and everything will work out as it should.

 

The Ship

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The powerful ship moved purposefully through the water.  The ship travelled through a sort of canal with buildings on each side, crashing and breaking the boarders of the land, tall houses falling in its wake.  It reached the sea and rose high before it charged towards the waves as if in battle.  We were as much victims of the ship as the seas in which it sailed, caught in its depths and awaiting our fate.  The ship crashed to the left and its passengers fell and crashed with it.  I grabbed my yellow sailing jacket, I knew we were in for a rocky ride, I wanted to be prepared.  The last thing I remember before I woke was that I could not tie my shoe laces in preparation for the journey ahead.

I sat up in bed and looked around, heart beating and catching my breath.  I wrote it down, I wanted to remember for the morning for when I woke.

This morning I reached up to the shelf for my dream book before preparing coffee.  I hadn’t needed to see my scribbled reminder, it was still very clear.  Without looking I knew that rough seas couldn’t be good, that in my dream I was prepared or trying to prepare myself was something, but I felt it might indicate a long ride ahead.  That the ship was big and strong gave me hope, because although it was throwing me all over the place it gave some protection.

The dream dictionary told me ships are an augury of profitable ventures, however a shipwreck portends to a situation where you will have to defend yourself.  The dream book directed me to look up ocean, it said that in any dream the condition of the water and weather must be taken into account. The water and weather had been horrendous in my dream.  Rough or stormy water is a warning that real courage will be needed to overcome your obstacles, just what I need at the present time!

I have one hope though as the book suggested an ocean voyage predicts a lucky escape from an irritating problem.  I guess I must have got on the ship in the first place to have hung my yellow sailing jacket.

Any other interpretations out there much appreciated 😉