There are some 40,000 people with nowhere to sleep as a result of Hurricane Alex.
And there are probably just as many illusions that fog over my common sense and awareness on any given day of the week when I am feeling needy for love, affection and r e / l i e f /l e a s e.
For those 40,000 people, some of whom are my family, that are sleepless, psychologically knocked out, blinded by shock, stupefied and helpless in the face of a natural disaster that has wrenched away the little peace/piece of home they once knew…
May bread find you, nourish you.
May warmth pacify you.
May kindness build new homes for you.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to look around you. Breathe in the abundance and potential that surrounds you.
Be so thankful.
I mean, if you want to : )
I’m merely suggesting.
As for me and my 40-some-odd-thousand illusions…
May they inform my dreams
Release me
transform
and
emancipate
the me that is so worthy
of
soaring
shining
and
relentlessly loving
and being loved
softly and ferociously.
And for you the same
Amen.
Sounds like you’ve turned your wounds into band-aids for others. Sweet, thoughtful and loving words. Just like you.
Thanks for giving me this moment of sheer gratitude…the overflowing kind.
You’ve put my personal he’ll of vomiting children into the perspective it deserves. As I sit watching them eat dry biscuits, I’m suddenly grateful for the fact that we have spare sheets, blankets, pyjamas, and a washing machine. Oh, I’m also grateful for those bland little biscuits, and tummies that can tolerate them. I wish you peace and warm sunshine as you soar.
C
That’s an all round amazing piece