What if my whole purpose for being is simply to be and I have missed the point completely!
So there was no ring, no fanfare, no making premature arrangements. Just a simple promise! He would love her always.
I followed the guided prompts with ease, and at the very end of the session I was guided to ask my Guardian’s name and so I did. Not expecting to get an answer
There was a subtlety to the way she got her point across. No words necessary. The sideways glance, an eye roll! If there was a loop, it was a tight one and you knew instantly if you weren’t in it.
Meddle, no I wouldn’t say meddled! Condescending, yes – she’s been that, but she has never meddled.
The past; yours and mine, are mere memories of journeys complete. As each day closes, that chapter is done, the story is told.
‘Keep quiet,’ she said to herself. Her mind racing in a thousand different directions, she knew she couldn’t keep this bottled up.
It was the beginning. Maybe of time, maybe of all things, maybe just of me! It was beautiful, magical, and serene. Although I could see, hear and smell everything, and be everything – nothing was there.
She was a consummate professional, the skill with which she could organise a client’s pantry, edit their wardrobe and clear their garage was impressive. Her client list the envy of her competitors.
It isn’t denial. Although I have been asked empathetically several times since my husband’s cancer diagnosis, in no uncertain terms, well the terms probably were uncertain, as the words ‘ do you really understand what’s happening, because if you do you couldn’t possibly remain this upbeat, optimistic, positive’ have never actually left anyone’s lips, but the sentiment has been inferred. It is always well meaning, void of ill feeling and completely out of genuine concern, but never by anyone who truly knows me.
It got me thinking about how our body speaks to us in a language that is not always easy to understand, and can go completely unheard.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Against the Odds – Daily Prompt: Blur This photo was not taken this week at Brendans last review (for now) with his multidisciplinary team at the Chris O’Brien Lifehouse, it is one of hundreds I have taken since his diagnosis. It reminds me of how many times my husband Brendan has won…