During the holiday season, we tend to spend time reflecting on upon our past. There is something about the music, the lights, the gathering of friends and family and religous services that can send our minds straight back to when we were a child or those special moments shared with a significant other.
Despite the societal push to buy, buy, buy, when I think about past holidays I rarely remember the gifts, but instead the emotions I felt during the celebrations.
I have always found it much more enjoyable to give gifts and watch a person’s face light up as the package is unwrapped. As the old saying goes, it is much better to give then to receive and I have always believed this to be true.
So my question for all you amazing people this week is, What gift have you given that still makes you smile when you think about it?
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” I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all year.”
~ Charles Dicken, A Christmas Carol
when the world seems stacked against you
and the wind is refusing to be at your back
lights appear to dim as you walk into a room
flowers wilt and die before your tired eyes
and those who are suppose to love you never seemed to care
these moments in life can overtake us
creating a sense of feeling unworthy, useless, spent
but you are so very beautiful and you are loved,
if not by those who fail to see your inherent worth,
remember you are cherished by the one who created you
and the beauty of life will reveal itself to you as
a new day will dawn
the fog will clear
and clouds will part
the rain will halt
the sun will shine
birds will sing
and flowers will bloom
the rustling of leaves holding tightly to their branches
the crunching sounds of fallen leaves under your feet
the whirling of the leaves dancing in the wind
and geese honking their good-byes overhead
the lonely cry of an owl
the cool rains that fall down from heaven
the music of this magical season…………..
~ wendi, under a pen name, is the author of 2 books, which can be viewed here.
There are days that I just can not pretend to be ok for one more second. The pain. The fog. The fear. The unknown. It gets the best of me, despite how hard I try to ignore it. It is in these moments that I fall apart.
I cry a personal brook, weeping myself into moments of inconsolable sadness. As I try to pull myself out of the despair, I think about all the people who have it worse, who are in their own part of the world crying their own personal stream………babbling to themselves that no one understands.
I visualize the tears of those who cry out for help………turning into streams………the streams all meeting up forming an ocean of tears…..
These tears are not seen by many, only those who live within the ocean, on an island of illness………..it is only when the winds pick up and the ocean gains strength enough to cry out do we really see the others who live here too.
But here in the ocean of tears, you find an abundance of life, completely different than what you would find on land – but beautiful just the same.
~ wendi is the author of two books, you can view them here.
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