My sister encouraged me to allow jumping and alter work conditions to more of integrity and freedom despite unsure financial outcome. It was a big support and beautiful gift of love to encourage to follow the inner need for more free space and also inner freedom for entering deeper into meditation and arts/ music; an unexpected and tender touch which expressed renewed softness and kindness in contact, may be a kind of encouragement also, indeed almost a miracle for which i am deeply grateful.
The gift of quality time.
My son bought me a beautiful poinsettia.
My friend bought tickets to a Celtic Xmas show tomorrow night I am looking forward to. We saw this performer
at a Scottish games festival a couple of years ago. Very talented young man.
When I was a little girl
I received socks and underwear . . .
later,
books,
a doll,
(not 37) 🙂
coloured pencils and watercolours,
materials to fashion furniture,
clothing, hair
pictures and plates,
beds and bobs,
beads and buttons . . .
little things to do with what I might
in the crafting of my dollhouse.
I received flower seeds and hugs,
a canary and three parakeets,
all blue.
The Universe gave me all sorts of creatures to save . . .
my brother,
a squirrel and a raccoon,
me,
ducks,
a just-hatched blue jay
and a baby robin.
Only the robin survived
to fly out into the world.
I don’t receive many of these kinds of gifts much anymore,
although I did hatch a herring gull out of an egg,
and tried to restore a tiny jack rabbit.
I buy my own paints and pencils,
and the doll house is long gone.
Those who care for me in my life today
share their stories . . .
their successes and failures,
joys and sorrows.
One week,
when there has been an excess of bread at the food pantry,
a friend will bring me a fancy artisan loaf of bread,
rich in herbs and cheese.
Another has given me a Hummel figure from her mother’s vast collection
after she died . . .
the ‘Goose Girl’.
My grandmother had given me the same figurine when I was a little girl,
who disappeared during a bad break up.
Another will gather pine cones and hatched robins’ eggs in the spring for me.
One friend,
Martha,
took me into a large, empty apartment,
and spread a silk patchwork quilt on the floor,
plugged in her music machine,
stood next to an elegant paint-chipped chair
and sang me an aira from an opera she loved . . .
I wept.
There have been others . . .
a friend I’ve never met
sent me the sweetest little kitten sleeping on a pillow
when one of my beloved cats died,
and another,
who I’ve also never met
sent me an oak leaf necklace
when I was feeling weak and vulnerable.
My husband
brings me the gift of his kindness and patience,
especially these last few years,
and he no longer hides either his love for me
or for our cats and the work we do
in our house and garden.
I am rich in gifts . . .
real gifts,
but I treasure the hearts of the givers
most of all. ♥
My husband and I have given each other the gift of concern and care to each other as we have been home together with Covid.
My Mom has shown concern for us by asking how we are each time I speak to her on the phone.
Sending love and best wishes to all.
Since I was little, I have struggled with feeling like I am smart enough. I have various experiences in which people made me feel inadequate. This is still a wound I carry. My current partner and I had a bit of a tiff the other night, and this insecurity came up. I explained myself to which they held me tightly, proclaiming that I am not dumb. Such a small gesture, but it meant everything to me.
About this time a year ago, a young couple in their early 20’s bought the house down the street. From day one, they have been here for me. The young woman checks on me daily. She drove me 300 miles to see my new great grand babies. She has decided that I need a smart watch because I live alone so she bought me one. We had our first major snow a couple of weeks ago and she and her husband cleared my side walk and my driveway in the dark of night so it would be clear the next morning. She works full time and so does he. They are busy people. She is not a member of my family. She is a neighbor, a fellow human being, who is constantly helping others not just me. And, she is an immigrant. Writing this has brought tears to my eyes. As Willa Cather says, “Where there is great love, there are always miracles.” May greater love blossom in this country and this world before we destroy Mother Earth and each other. Religions scream about the righteousness of their gods when we are all called to be messiah to one another. As yesterday’s quote reminds us, it is all about relationship. May we teach our children well.
This is an easy one because I just had my birthday but I could also answer this one with EVERYTHING because I count a divine power as a loved one.
A birthday day text “Happy Birthday ” from my son who hasn’t spoken to me in a year. A raging text previously, which I see as the door opening between us.
A birthday call from my other son < his love, patience and compassion.
An emerald ring from my husband – but a greater gift from him, is his new respect for my boundaries and some self awareness.
My divine highest power has given me all of the above and an unwavering love , answers to my prayers, lessons, a beautiful world in which to live and insight into the power of my mind…
My daughter texted me that she wanted to have a video call soon. She doesn’t often initiate these calls, though we do talk almost monthly. She is in New Jersey, and my wife and i are in Arizona. I was glad to say yes, as she and her boyfriend have recently gotten engaged, and will both be on the call.
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My sister encouraged me to allow jumping and alter work conditions to more of integrity and freedom despite unsure financial outcome. It was a big support and beautiful gift of love to encourage to follow the inner need for more free space and also inner freedom for entering deeper into meditation and arts/ music; an unexpected and tender touch which expressed renewed softness and kindness in contact, may be a kind of encouragement also, indeed almost a miracle for which i am deeply grateful.
The gift of quality time.
My son bought me a beautiful poinsettia.
My friend bought tickets to a Celtic Xmas show tomorrow night I am looking forward to. We saw this performer
at a Scottish games festival a couple of years ago. Very talented young man.
When I was a little girl
I received socks and underwear . . .
later,
books,
a doll,
(not 37) 🙂
coloured pencils and watercolours,
materials to fashion furniture,
clothing, hair
pictures and plates,
beds and bobs,
beads and buttons . . .
little things to do with what I might
in the crafting of my dollhouse.
I received flower seeds and hugs,
a canary and three parakeets,
all blue.
The Universe gave me all sorts of creatures to save . . .
my brother,
a squirrel and a raccoon,
me,
ducks,
a just-hatched blue jay
and a baby robin.
Only the robin survived
to fly out into the world.
I don’t receive many of these kinds of gifts much anymore,
although I did hatch a herring gull out of an egg,
and tried to restore a tiny jack rabbit.
I buy my own paints and pencils,
and the doll house is long gone.
Those who care for me in my life today
share their stories . . .
their successes and failures,
joys and sorrows.
One week,
when there has been an excess of bread at the food pantry,
a friend will bring me a fancy artisan loaf of bread,
rich in herbs and cheese.
Another has given me a Hummel figure from her mother’s vast collection
after she died . . .
the ‘Goose Girl’.
My grandmother had given me the same figurine when I was a little girl,
who disappeared during a bad break up.
Another will gather pine cones and hatched robins’ eggs in the spring for me.
One friend,
Martha,
took me into a large, empty apartment,
and spread a silk patchwork quilt on the floor,
plugged in her music machine,
stood next to an elegant paint-chipped chair
and sang me an aira from an opera she loved . . .
I wept.
There have been others . . .
a friend I’ve never met
sent me the sweetest little kitten sleeping on a pillow
when one of my beloved cats died,
and another,
who I’ve also never met
sent me an oak leaf necklace
when I was feeling weak and vulnerable.
My husband
brings me the gift of his kindness and patience,
especially these last few years,
and he no longer hides either his love for me
or for our cats and the work we do
in our house and garden.
I am rich in gifts . . .
real gifts,
but I treasure the hearts of the givers
most of all. ♥
Beautiful, dear Sparrow.
Thank you so much,
dear Joseph . . .
each gift to me
has been incredibly beautiful. ♥’
You have no idea what this means to me.
Love, trust, and support
My husband and I have given each other the gift of concern and care to each other as we have been home together with Covid.
My Mom has shown concern for us by asking how we are each time I speak to her on the phone.
Sending love and best wishes to all.
Hope you and your husband are on the mend. I’ve been sick as well, but just a head cold… which still sucks!
Since I was little, I have struggled with feeling like I am smart enough. I have various experiences in which people made me feel inadequate. This is still a wound I carry. My current partner and I had a bit of a tiff the other night, and this insecurity came up. I explained myself to which they held me tightly, proclaiming that I am not dumb. Such a small gesture, but it meant everything to me.
Take that little monkey
that tells you that you are not smart enough,
dear Jenifer,
and show her the door.
You don’t need her in your life anymore. ♥
♥️♥️♥️
Patience, care, letting me off the hook for doing things, trust, confidence.
I have received the gifts of understanding and acceptance.
About this time a year ago, a young couple in their early 20’s bought the house down the street. From day one, they have been here for me. The young woman checks on me daily. She drove me 300 miles to see my new great grand babies. She has decided that I need a smart watch because I live alone so she bought me one. We had our first major snow a couple of weeks ago and she and her husband cleared my side walk and my driveway in the dark of night so it would be clear the next morning. She works full time and so does he. They are busy people. She is not a member of my family. She is a neighbor, a fellow human being, who is constantly helping others not just me. And, she is an immigrant. Writing this has brought tears to my eyes. As Willa Cather says, “Where there is great love, there are always miracles.” May greater love blossom in this country and this world before we destroy Mother Earth and each other. Religions scream about the righteousness of their gods when we are all called to be messiah to one another. As yesterday’s quote reminds us, it is all about relationship. May we teach our children well.
Your neighbors,
dear Carol Ann,
are angels in the flesh. ♥
What a blessing to have such wonderful neighbors and friends!
This is an easy one because I just had my birthday but I could also answer this one with EVERYTHING because I count a divine power as a loved one.
A birthday day text “Happy Birthday ” from my son who hasn’t spoken to me in a year. A raging text previously, which I see as the door opening between us.
A birthday call from my other son < his love, patience and compassion.
An emerald ring from my husband – but a greater gift from him, is his new respect for my boundaries and some self awareness.
My divine highest power has given me all of the above and an unwavering love , answers to my prayers, lessons, a beautiful world in which to live and insight into the power of my mind…
Happy Birthday Heather!
Thank you
Happy birthday, HeatherHoney! I am happy for you that your husband is showing growth.
Sending much love ♥️
Thank you.
Happy late birthday Heatherhoney!!
Thank you
We’ve received a few holiday cards in the mail recently. They add some color and joy to the house, and the thoughts are sweet.
Our son prepared a wonderful meal for our Sunday supper last weekend.
My daughter texted me that she wanted to have a video call soon. She doesn’t often initiate these calls, though we do talk almost monthly. She is in New Jersey, and my wife and i are in Arizona. I was glad to say yes, as she and her boyfriend have recently gotten engaged, and will both be on the call.
This is so lovely, John.
Their love.
Good morning my prayerful friends, meditation this morning on this image and these are my responses:
Pink for Our Advent Joy
The flower : a rose for Our Mother Mary
Word: Love for Our Creator God through Him all Is and Miracles are the manifestation of Love