Archive for August, 2010

August 16, 2010

Other Peoples Work

Oh Life, let up a little will ya?  Pretty Please?  No?  Ok.

In the meantime, these things whisper and scream coveted messages of hope to my weary heart:

Grace Leaning on Me.  Photo by My Sweet One, Gabe.123
Saw it and cried.  And I will totally admit to being a lot on the teary side lately, but in this photo Gabe so perfectly captured the incredible gift that is My Baby Girl.  The strength and love and protection in those eyes blows me away.  I think it might come from me, I think.  

And speaking of Gabe, he is turning 8 next week.  He will have his own post full of charming stories about how perfect he is.  My tiny little man, how he's grown, how he sees, how he knows, how he moves, how he loves…

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Oh do I adore this boy.  

And oh do I adore this poem:  The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.  

(Poem stolen from The AmazingTerri who just so happens to be a stunningly beautiful, multi-talented artist/writer/photographer/woman/mother/person.  Please do click that link and prepare to be moved.)

Also, this is on repeat.  Again.

And so I am doing my best to 

KeepCalmAndCarryOn
Love, love,

This Girl

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August 11, 2010

These Two

I have said before that These Two worry me the most when it comes to you know what. 
It is almost certain that girls will be throwing themselves at Gabe. 
And Em, oh Emmy, exquisitely beautiful and boy crazy already. 

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I’m in big trouble, that’s what I think all too often when I think of These Two.  But tonight, I looked at them and thought about the bond they share and breathed a sigh of relief.  The love they have will be so incredibly hard to match.  This love will set the standard for the love they will want for themselves later.  I think so often kids and teens are running around trying to fill a void, trying to find someone to love them.  In haste they settle for lust, in desperation they cling and grasp at others with the same void.  They do crazy things to make themselves feel good, for temporary highs, to feel whole. 

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I think, oh do I hope, These Two will know about a Love so fulfilling that their search will not be a search to fill a void, but a search for True Love.  It’s a big messy world out there, but she will have him to look out for her and he will have her to help him guard his heart as well.  Gabe is setting the bar high for the way Emmy is to be loved.  And she is doing the same for him, loving him tenderly, unconditionally and completely.  In their smiles, and hugs, and cuddles, all the time, they are unknowingly affirming each other, saying to one another, You are incredible, you are amazing, you are beautiful, you are likable…

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The way they interact, the way they play, and sit, and breathe just says all the time- You are so lovable and I so love you.  What a gift that I get to witness, to learn from These Two, this Love.

 

 


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