locked into memory
suffocating in fear
like concrete
poured into my lung
to harden
with your handprint
pressed into me
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The Dream: number 7
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Jackson the boy who brought joy
Today my godson/nephew started kindergarten.
Tonight we celebrated his first day by going out and having as he said "fancy" icrcream.
Seeing his joy and listening to him re-tell his adventure from the day filled me with so much love for him.
Oh I will add Miss Isabel also celebrated her first day at kinder, "I big girl...."
My love for them is full of pure joy
Monday, February 4, 2013
grateful for that that feeds my soul
Looking toward gratitude has given me comfort, after a really testing day.
I'm grateful for getting a ride home from work from Paul always great conversation, great music, laughter (soul food) and not having to face public transport, soooooo grateful for that.
I'm grateful for the amazing dinner my grandmother cooked for me, always feeds me on many levels. Spending time with her is priceless, I am a better person because of her and all she is in my life.
I'm grateful for the music of Imelda May...I can become anything through music :-) (more soul food!!)
And as I'm about to switch the light off on today I receive an sms from my friend Melanie telling me she loved the poem I posted on here this morning. Her support and belief makes the writing journey rewarding. Her friendship makes me a better forever developing Sarah, and for that I am grateful.....
Lastly I am grateful that tomorrow will present a new opportunity to do see and create better...
The Dream: number 5
I saw your brother yesterday
I sat behind him on the bus
I wanted to ask him about you
I thought he looked back at me
I felt the clenching of my hand
I remembered the sand on my skin
I watched the clouds gather
I tasted the salt on my lips
I still held you in my heart
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Grateful for Anna
Today I had coffee with a friend who I have not seen in almost two years. I was nervous...
Some friendships no matter what time or space present, can for some unknown reason, survive.
I met Anna during our time at the cafe, she was a loyal customer, who became a friend, and at that time I was grateful.
In the beginning of our friendship, Anna was possibly going through one of the toughest things we all will ever experience; the death of her mother. I am glad that at that time I could be there for her.
We parted ways, Anna started the beginning of a new career (which I might add is truly flourishing now!!) and I too was on a different path, having finished up at the cafe, travelling and finding a new career for myself.
But we never lost contact, even when not seeing each other that often, in fact, due to circumstance, having not spent any time together for two years.
Two days ago she entered my mind, and I sent her a SMS just saying hi, and hoping she was doing OK.
Today we caught up over a coffee.
Anna had not changed (do we ever anyway!!) the warmth of her being just pushed me back in my chair, her presence comforting....
Today I am grateful for Anna.....
Some friendships no matter what time or space present, can for some unknown reason, survive.
I met Anna during our time at the cafe, she was a loyal customer, who became a friend, and at that time I was grateful.
In the beginning of our friendship, Anna was possibly going through one of the toughest things we all will ever experience; the death of her mother. I am glad that at that time I could be there for her.
We parted ways, Anna started the beginning of a new career (which I might add is truly flourishing now!!) and I too was on a different path, having finished up at the cafe, travelling and finding a new career for myself.
But we never lost contact, even when not seeing each other that often, in fact, due to circumstance, having not spent any time together for two years.
Two days ago she entered my mind, and I sent her a SMS just saying hi, and hoping she was doing OK.
Today we caught up over a coffee.
Anna had not changed (do we ever anyway!!) the warmth of her being just pushed me back in my chair, her presence comforting....
Today I am grateful for Anna.....
Friday, February 1, 2013
Morning beliefs....
I've just began reading Believing is Seeing by Laura Lawson. In 2010 I Googled "visually impaired writer" and she was the first in my search and ever since I have been following her written and visual journey, I follow her relationship with Instagram and her amazing shots and now she is a published writer.
She too lives with Retinitis Pigmentosa and she continually affirms the belief, as the title of her book announces BELIEVING IS SEEING....thank you Laura....check out Laura's blog at http://lauralawsonart.com/blog
I have just reached page 26 where Laura talks about night vision or lack of and how in company, walking and navigating is best done by linking arms and mirroring the stride of someone close.
It instantly made me think of my aunt Nicole, who is by far the greatest guide for me. She gets me places, she doesn't wait for me to process the "what ifs" or me becoming a victim....we get going and I know I need to trust her more than I do because by not trusting I make it harder for her.
I am grateful for you Nicole (for many reasons!!!) and for this I love you....
She too lives with Retinitis Pigmentosa and she continually affirms the belief, as the title of her book announces BELIEVING IS SEEING....thank you Laura....check out Laura's blog at http://lauralawsonart.com/blog
I have just reached page 26 where Laura talks about night vision or lack of and how in company, walking and navigating is best done by linking arms and mirroring the stride of someone close.
It instantly made me think of my aunt Nicole, who is by far the greatest guide for me. She gets me places, she doesn't wait for me to process the "what ifs" or me becoming a victim....we get going and I know I need to trust her more than I do because by not trusting I make it harder for her.
I am grateful for you Nicole (for many reasons!!!) and for this I love you....
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