Heart painting. Finished today.
Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried on great winds across the sky.
~ Chippewa, translated by Robert Bly
I get in to work this morning,
and there is an email from Dan which made me cry in sheer happiness and gratitude
it brought me softly to my knees and wrapped me in tender arms
I’ve felt a little bruised the last couple of days, just with challenges in my life of late, and this email tended to those bruises.
luckily there was no one else in the office at the time, because i didn’t cry just splish splish tears, it was boo~hoos.
just sitting at my desk, crying, seeing the clouds part and a row of winged ones singing: it’s fine Leonie my love, you are so very loved you know?
I printed it out and have it sitting at my desk. How blessed I am to have friends such as these.
It is a reminder and an affirmation, and supremo love on a stick.
And moments after, the dear Amanda from work arrived,
and she listened to me as I shared my joy and my tears,
and then she made me a cup of hot tea. It was the best tea I had ever had.
I am realising of late just how tasty things are when they are made with love.
The song in my head today is Rocket Man ~
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
One more day at work to go before Christmas holidays.
And I feel so blessed. For the journey. For the people who accompany me on it. For the dear hearts on the message board. For friends afar who are so close to my heart. And for my special friend who leans against me now on the couch as I type this.
Sometimes the road isn’t all smooth, and sometimes I fall over a pebble and graze my knees, but each time I look up there is a flower growing there. And there are hands there to help me up, brush me off, quell the shaking in my hands.
We all have that flower. And we all have those hands, ready to help us up.