SEASONS
It's been over a year that my husband, Donald died.
A time of changes,alternate feelings of loneliness and grieving, yet
a year of graces and growth, also.
A time of trying to live and focus in the present moment,
while remembering the good times that were spent.
A time of family sharing and holidays.
A time of taking baby steps forward, and a few backwards,
learning to lean on others and
trusting in a higher power and a total dependence of God's Presence to help make decisions.
When Hospice sent the colorful invitation stating "Art Heals"
I thought, "maybe it's time to step out a little further,
the art sounds good to me!"
Being late and warmly greeted, I felt fairly relaxed and listened.
As others shared, a sense of being confirmed by their experiences
gave me confidence to speak and a realization that I could contribute, also.
Two weeks later was our next gathering.
Yes! I returned, on time, meeting new people and we laughed as Jenny,
Jan, Jinny, Ann and Bert met Jean! so many "J's"!
There were many tender moments and little""miracle happenings" shared that day!
We were given a page of words to look at and encouraged to listen within;
to share what emotion or thought might arise, if we chose to.
These writings came to me at home in the stillness of mind and heart
wrapped in Presence.
A time of changes,alternate feelings of loneliness and grieving, yet
a year of graces and growth, also.
A time of trying to live and focus in the present moment,
while remembering the good times that were spent.
A time of family sharing and holidays.
A time of taking baby steps forward, and a few backwards,
learning to lean on others and
trusting in a higher power and a total dependence of God's Presence to help make decisions.
When Hospice sent the colorful invitation stating "Art Heals"
I thought, "maybe it's time to step out a little further,
the art sounds good to me!"
Being late and warmly greeted, I felt fairly relaxed and listened.
As others shared, a sense of being confirmed by their experiences
gave me confidence to speak and a realization that I could contribute, also.
Two weeks later was our next gathering.
Yes! I returned, on time, meeting new people and we laughed as Jenny,
Jan, Jinny, Ann and Bert met Jean! so many "J's"!
There were many tender moments and little""miracle happenings" shared that day!
We were given a page of words to look at and encouraged to listen within;
to share what emotion or thought might arise, if we chose to.
These writings came to me at home in the stillness of mind and heart
wrapped in Presence.
LONELY TOMBS
Lonely tombs find a tiny breakthrough, violent...
Feeling alone...
Having sadness flow into
the wreckage...
is hard work!
Caress the Silences...
It's okay to feel the flat,
empty spaces...
empty spaces...
This Season will pass!
BANNERS OF LIGHT
In the Silences...
Prayer, wrapped in ease...
God speaks in whispers...
Through dreams,
Soothing inspirations,
And empty places of want.
SEASONS
Seasons bring Inner Light...
A simple "yes"
Bends and brightens the darkness
As it flows into the Dawn.
Soothing buds of Inspiration
Sing out in a sharing
To be cradled as Wisdom.
Jean Mahan ofs
Feb. 02, 2017
