Monday, February 21, 2011
I watched an episode recently of a show about prison inmates who took part in program to steer youth back to a life without crime and drugs. One of the inmates used the title line above about how hurt people, hurt people. It stuck me as very profound, especially coming from someone who was now paying the price for being one of those hurt persons. It's a statement of clarity, and lends itself to almost every situation of bad behaviour we humans get ourselves into. We all carry hurt for one reason or another, be that from past experience or as a premptive strike.. once burned..
I learned of the passing of one of our extended team this morning, and it's looking like it was her spouse who took her life. I wonder how much hurt he had, how much he shouldered to take someone you love, and end their life. Not that that is any kind of excuse or justification at all. But what was the overwhelming need to hurt that flared up in the worst way, to take him to that awful place. Why do we not learn to deal, or turn away from healing, forgiveness, empathy, love..
Rest in peace my friend, and though we never met face to face, I shall miss hearing your voice on the phone and helping you with your requests.
We are all connected in some way, this humanity.. instead of the hurt, lets change that to help..
help people - help people...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
the notes of your life
begin with your first breath
a burst of sights and sounds
melodies and scales, a warm up of your performance
a resonance of soul
your life, a symphony of tears and laughter
memories and experience
good and bad, and all the colours in between
the touches, the tastes
and the pounding rhythm of life's pulse
all blending into the melody
that is your life
from the first sweet sound
to the final chord
play on maestro
Monday, February 14, 2011
Yet you stay, ever vigilant, offering truth and trust, silently embracing the decisions and aftermath of those choices.. never judging.. never scolding.. just loving..
it is my turn to give thanks, and praise and love..
happy heart day..
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
here I belong, together with you, journey with me..
Friday, February 4, 2011
But in the midst of all of this, as usually happens for me..something began to bloom.. there is a purpose to that which serves to knock us on our butts, which clears the mind of all the "small stuff" we gather around ourselves. The sudden clarity of my existence, what really matters, and what really doesn't. We are here for a reason, each one of us has a purpose for being where we are, who we are. Some become Leaders, teachers, scholars, but our own lives, how we live them, how we love them, is always why we are here. I read a quote the other day that ran something like "your life is precious and has value, if someone else could do what your life is intended to do, you wouldn't be here" and that shifted me.
I am truly blessed, and I try to honour that..I say a multitude of "Thank You's" every day to the man upstairs..and my path is clear for me. Tending my Garden of friends and family, employment and recreation..love and hope and dreams... this is my purpose...
are you tending to yours?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
moving..the rustle of packing paper, treasures wrapped in careful embrace, the clearing of spaces..
new sights and sounds to behold, new surfaces, new vistas...
the careful shuffle of full boxes from old familiar walls, new rooms and keys and codes and memories..
a twinge as the old door closes for the last time, one last look back at time spent in familiar places, a fresh breeze of new opportunity
changes, settling in, embracing the new just as the seasons bring different shades and colours..
Home? not yet...but soon...