No.
Nothing is more important than peace.
Not to me.
Me who has faced the wicked fire of others.
Me who has held my own heart
and felt it break in my hands.
I have broken,
but I am not broken.
I am ready to find and keep the softness.
I am ready to find and keep the peace.
It’s tradition.
And though the tradition has changed, it’s still just as beautiful to me.
I am no longer a child.
I am no longer innocent and stainless.
But there is a beating heart within me that remembers.
Merry Christmas, my beautiful bloggy friends.
From my soul to yours, Merry Christmas.
And a happy new year.
I have known a life and more.
I have tasted shame,
I have found my way
on the dark and dreary road.
I am you,
and you are me.
Together,
we are human.
Together we are home.
I saw her when I closed my eyes,
I felt her in the wind.
And I knew I had to tell her
how tired I am,
and how I never imagined
life would be so hard.
I had to tell her
how I am in love
with them, and with life.
But how tired I am, and how I miss her.
Oh, how I miss her,
oh, how I do.
I saw her when I closed my eyes.
I felt her in the wind.
An open heart.
A darling home
for my children,
my love,
and me.
And when she aches
she will know a world beyond herself.
Where thunder becomes her;
a raging fire, waiting to be.
How is this small softness
so wide with grief beyond the day!
How is this smile,
so often true,
suddenly drawn with a question mark?
They will know her pain
only as the tilt of an eye.
They will be forgiven by this one
before they see her sorrow there.
Always, they will be forgiven by this one.
With this grace, I will hold my head high.
I will look to the sun
and grant it permission to fill my heart,
on this day, as with any other day.
There is a softness in the air that reminds me
of white clouds and open buds of rose.
Unbroken; there is no rain here
that I cannot meet with my spirit.
Hold me now, soft sky.
Hold me now, soft sky.
Hold me now.
I cried and I smiled as the credits rolled, and I knew, in that moment, that I’d found another piece of home.
The movie was ‘Goodbye Christopher Robin.’
And it was…really very beautiful, actually.
How very different the world looks through the eyes of time gone by.
How very different the world looks when you become another version of yourself.
I open my soul again and again.
Has my heart been heard this time?
So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking.
Hear me, please.
I may not carry the right words, always.
But my heart is pure,
my wish is simple.
To love, is all I wish.
To give
and to know
that I have lived in the world well.
Have I lived in the world well?
Have I lived?
I’m in a cupboard, peeking into the light.
If you looked, you’d see my eye,
and I’d see you.
All of you.
Even your well worn Volleys.
Especially those.
White.
(Not so white at all.)
I’d smile, but you’d not know it.
All you’d see is my eye, remember this.
Here, in this cupboard, it is warm.
It is warm,
and I see you.
I always did see you.
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