Would you like a letter?

white ruled paper

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

As many of us around the world are in isolation, it feels very surreal to me.  Even though I spend more time at home then most people, it still feels odd not to be able to freely move around my little neck-of-the-woods when I am able.

Thank goodness for the ability to connect with others through our beloved wifi.  It is such a blessing to still feel close to those we are not able to spend time with.

But, I have to admit, I have always enjoyed receiving a real letter in the mail.  There is something special knowing that someone took the time and energy to sit down and write out a note just for you.

So, if you feel this way too, please let me know.  I would be thrilled to send you a letter, even if you live on the other side of the world.  I don’t want people feeling isolated from real contact.  I know a letter is not real contact but I feel it is a bit more personal than a text or a response on a post.

Please do NOT leave your address in the comment section but instead send me a message through my contact page.  If you do not hear back from me in 48 hours, I did not receive you message and please try again.

Please know I care about each and everyone of you.

living our best lives – pets

orange tabby cat beside fawn short coated puppy

Photo by Snapwire on Pexels.com

 

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”
― Anatole France

 

I am a firm believer that my furry friends, both past and present, have enriched my life in numerous ways.  Some of my very best memories include time I have spent with my pet buddies.

I was raised with animals.  My family had pets in the house as long as I can remember;  cats, dogs, a rescued racoon, duck hatchlings, a rabbit, a snake, fish, gerbils, and guinea pigs.  As I grew older and began raising a family of my own, I have also chosen to share my home with rescued dogs and cats.  As many people who rescue animals know, it is really you who is being rescued.

Being chronically ill, pets have a very special place in my life.  Spending much more time at home and in bed then the average person, I have had the blessing of spending a lot of time with my pets.   Virtually every time I have felt too bad to get out of bed, my doggie curls up and lays right next to me.  There is something especially relaxing, calming and comforting having a living soul breathing next to you.

The question this week is,  Do you have pets, if so what type and how do they enhance your life?

Wishing you a day of peace.

Calling authors who live with a chronic illness!

black twist pen on notebook

Photo by Mohammad Danish on Pexels.com

 

One of my 2020 goals for simplychornicallyill is to review 6 books from WordPress bloggers who live with a chronic illness (or three).   Currently, I have two publications on my to-review list,  but I am searching for three more books to read this year.  My first review of 2020 was The Shadow Boxers by Kim Johnson & Karen Anderson and you can find my thoughts here.

So, if you are a chronically ill  and have published a book, or know of a WP blogger who is chronically ill, please send them a link to this post.  All I need is the title of your book and I will purchase it with my own funds, give you a review on this blog, and hopefully help bring more attention to your work.

Thank you in advance for the chance to assist another chronically ill author.

 

` wendi is author of 3 books and you can check them out here.

my prayer for you

art beach beautiful clouds

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

 

that you experience true love

soaking in the sweetness of being loved for who you are

no matter what your failings, limitations or inabilities that may fill your body

 

that you feel safe in the arms of another

held when you are unsure or scared

lying closely as your heartbeats create a synchronous rhythm of comfort and respect

 

that your hand will be held with gentleness and caring to help guide you through life

you are comforted when ill

and protected when you are weak

 

that you find joy in their presence

your 1,000th kiss will feel like the first

and your day will not be complete without seeing the beauty of your love reflected back in their face

 

 

 

flicker

lighted candle

Photo by Rahul on Pexels.com

 

pitch darkness is a space where you are forced to discover what you are truly made of and how you were created

veils fall off those who surround you, and their souls reveil as they truly are

terror strikes in isolating darkness,  not knowing what or who is around the next corner,  taking each step with a movement of faith, yet questioning where your faith lies

only in true darkness can you see flickers of light, from yourself, or from others in your life

allow that flickering of light, no matter how weak, illuminate your path

you were not meant for the dark, yet only by trudging through the darkness can you truly appreciate the light.

covered failings

ground group growth hands

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

I was out with my entire family, something that rarely happens due to lack of funds and/ or my kids’ busy work, school and activity schedules.

During this rare treasured outing, my husband and I had purchased all of the kids a snack and they were sitting together on a bench eating, smiling, getting along and thanking us for the food.

In that moment, I became completely overwhelmed by what was playing out before me – happy, smiling, joking, loving, grateful, thankful kids.  Tears welled up in my eyes and I had a very hard time keeping myself from breaking down into uncontrolable sobs.  My son looked up at me and said, “mom, please don’t cry”  which made holding back the tears an even bigger challenge.

In the past, many of my tears were more about the guilt I have held onto for so long, raising kids while my illness took a front seat.  Having children before I knew I had these congenital illnesses, and the true horror of discovering that you have passed these nightmares onto the ones you love more than life itself.

But this is not what I was feeling in that moment.  Instead, I was caught up in pure love for my children, the extreme gratitude that God had blessed me with each one of them and felt me worthy of giving me such beautiful humans to care for.  God believed that I was worthy of being their mother, a gift I humbly treasure every – single – day.

Not only has God seen me worthy of such enormous blessings as my children, but that He has also covered over my failings, filled in the numerous cracks that I left as a ill and flawed human being.  He did what I had prayed and prayed that He would do, to make up for my many shortcomings as a parent, and despite my illnesses, allow my kids to grow up to be loving, caring, compassionate and unique individuals.  Prayers answered………and because of these gifts, my heart was too full with awe.  The happiness that flowed through my veins could not be contained within my body but instead flowed over and out my eyes………

They say that the window to one’s soul is through the eyes……….I hope my children could see that the tears were from the love overflowing in my heart for each one of them.

 

~ wendi is the author of two books that you can view here.

 

Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. 

whispered my name

nature sky sunny clouds

Photo by Mabel Amber on Pexels.com

 

as the wind paused for a moment

clouds halted their voyage across the sky

the birds stopped singing

and the leaves in the trees stopped playing

 

I swear the Earth stopped moving,

if for but a brief moment,

for all to listen for the word my body ached to hear

 

you whispering my name

 

 

~ wendi is the author of two books, you can view them here.

Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. 

 

 

summer fun with kids

action beach boy child

Photo by Guduru Ajay bhargav on Pexels.com

 

As many of you know I have written a book call Frugal Seeds  Summer Edition:  101 Ways to Enjoy Summer with Your Kids for Little Money.

This is can be read FREE at Amazon with KindleUnlimited or you can purchase the e-book for 99 cents.

From my family to yours……….wishing you a summer filled with blessed memories.

“Summer time is the best of what might be.” ~ Charles Bowden

 

Tears

under water photo

Photo by Pete Johnson on Pexels.com

 

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.

 

Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. 

part of me dies

adult alone anxious black and white

Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com

 

when i see you cry

a small part of me dies

i want to shelter you from every storm

create a world that is safe

for you to be free from pain

i want you to move through life as you please

independently with abundance of laughter and joy

but life is not always fair

bad things happen to extraordinary people

and despite my deepest desire and my fervent prayers

i can’t make it better

 

so when i see you cry

part of me dies…….

 

 

~ wendi is the author of two books, you can view them here.

 

Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.