Happy New Year ! I sit here, thinking of the possibilities of this year and hope I can fill at least a tiny part of these inspired opportunities I do have.
We are well into three hours of 2016 and I am high on life, my beliefs and my hopes. I just finished watching Patch Adams and Robin Williams made me laugh out loud and weep with happiness at the compassion he shows to patients. The only bad words in the entire movie for me was “transference” and “class above patients”. Yes, well, this movie just confirmed what I have felt, lived and believed most of my career in the helping profession. Oh, I know I am not a medical expert but the message in this film goes beyond that. I am not an expert, people who come for support are the experts and I simply try to help them recognize that.
This film renewed my faith in my goal in life. To strive for compassion even when things look bleak for me, to not judge, and to expect nothing more than a will to try to to remember the times I have been low on life and simply show empathy. We’ve all been there. Sometimes the only thing we can say is, “Man that sucks! I’m sorry you are going through that.”
I don’t believe in making a list of resolutions for the New Year because that just leads to causing stress and fear of not succeeding. The only resolve I do want to carry over every year is to strive to be the best person I can be, forgive myself when I slip up and keep my heart open at all times even if it hurts sometimes. The benefits are worth the pain.
This past year was a year of healing and I don’t think I would have managed as well (with my sanity) without your support and encouragement. Bless you and thank you.
Writing here in this amazing community at WordPress has enabled me to grow in my writing…I have learned through your comments and through your creative gems you have shared here.
Onward to 2016 with as much inspiration and soulful promise in writing and sharing.
a brand new year
fresh snow glistens
snowflake on my cheek
She felt so many regrets these days, not remorse, but regrets. Was it the weather, approaching “le mois des morts”? Perhaps. November creeps up so fast. Was it Thanksgiving in a few days that makes her wonder of what she is thankful? That would be something to concentrate a bit more on, she keeps arguing with herself today.
There are some things she would never change and the obvious would be her grown children but what else? She looks out at the darkened sky, oh so much earlier than a month ago! Going back to university to get her degree was something she would never regret. She couldn’t. She took the long road to get there, true. Nine years while raising a family and working at two to three part time jobs. But that road gave her goal more purpose. It allowed her to be who she was born to be …the labour of her birth was just a little longer.
Each day she walks to work in the fall and feels blessed to see the sunflowers still standing strong in October. How resilient those roots must be to push through the concrete on that city street!
standing strong despite a slow start
blessing late bloomers.
Pocketful of blessings. That is what I am feeling today. The past two weeks I have been blessed with the presence of wonderful, compassionate and amazing people in person and virtually.
You know when you travel and pick up a pebble or rock to keep as a souvenir? Well, so far I have a pocketful of blessings. I am seeing more and more how we are more the same than we are different if you look deep into your heart. We are all from one amazing race…the Human Race.
nature’s blessings starlings harmonize at dawn scent of flowers angelic arcs multi-hued artist’s last strokes at dusk
Awakened by the lovely sound of birds chirping made her hope it might be sunny today. It is! Her friend meows in protest for having shut her bedroom door earlier in the morning. She chatters away expressing her discontent with a hint of hope to be stroked, fed and stroked some more.
The sky is a darker blue than most seasons…not quite cobalt but close with pearly billows drifting by accentuating the hues of this majestic sky.
sea of blue above islands shaped in pearly greys beg my surrender
She had moved her laptop in the living room so she could watch a movie last night and fires it up always curious to see the haiku prompt of the day at Carpe Diem Haiku kai. In the past few months she has not been as regular contributing and she misses her haijin family. Yesterday she took the time to visit a few siblings and cousins homes around the world in the blogosphere.
Her thoughts wander to a friend who is in San Ramon today and will be seeing Amma at her retreat. How she misses her warm and healing embrace. Some call her a guru, others call her a hugging saint…she feels she is all of these and more. Her healing touch, her soothing smile, her words of wisdom and mostly her way of living by loving, giving tirelessly to humanity makes her heart swell. Amma has a way of looking at you and making you see the beauty within. How she does it is a mystery or is it? She does not preach laws but models compassion and asks us to see the light we all have within.
Her mind drifts off to sounds of various bhjans songs and the tabla drumming to her heartbeat. Its echo makes her feel the divine beauty reflected from within. So many instruments mimic nature and human sounds; her Celtic spirit awakens with strings, flutes and drums that soften her heart. Drum circles come to mind and First Nations People who have become her conscious, reminding her to be good to Mother Earth.
She looks at her mala beads and remembers hearing Amma say last year, “We are all beads strung on the same string of love.” She tries to remember this daily. The image of several homeless people who sit along her path to work come to mind. Some speak French, English, Créole, Arabic or Spanish but she knows they all understand the same language…compassion.
sound of the drum
listen to the heart beat all, one and the same
She is a hugger, born and raised… a touchy feely “minouching” person. Her mother could never get enough holding her, kissing her, hugging her. Her grandmaman rocked her and embraced her when she was sick. She always thought it was an innate asset for most mothers who had birthed children to have this gift of soothing their children regardless of their age. She never did outgrow that need to be hugged. One day she met Amma.
mother breeds love devotees are her children hugs with compassion