Words seem so limiting sometimes. I so often just have to give a hug when their are just no words to show how I feel. Perhaps we need to develop a new vocabulary I have started one with those close to me and they know exactly how I feel when I say I am feeling “wooflie”
ie a little sad but don’t know why. It always brings me a warm, loving hug.
What beauty we are showered with when another soul showers us with their love by sharing their innermost insights. Thank you Laurie. Namaste Brita.
What a beautiful prayer. I give thanks for the wonderful creator of this sight who offers such timely and wonderful reminders to me.
We seldom think of babies dying it is too painful, too hard, and the question “Why?” is often asked only to be left hanging unanswered. In my lifetime I have witnessed death often and see it as calling us home as I know we go on existing as spirit. I have seen the passing of loved ones cause so much pain but I have also seen it produce some of the most beautiful experiences I have ever been privileged to be a part of. While listening to this beautiful lullaby I meditated on sending peace and love to all the many women in the world who will lose a precious child today perhaps you would like to also support them in this way.
Being compassionate is everyone’s aim but to be truly compassionate we must also remember to be compassionate to ourselves. A little time out from self criticism and a little self love, the hardest kind of love to give, is a great place to start. Laurie’s poem once again nails it. What a wise lady!
I found this on a site by a lovely lady who has learnt never to give up and to find positive ways of helping others each day. I love her personal positivity, she is quietly inspiring others to enjoy the beauty of life in not so good times s well as good times. Her simple poems go straight to my heart.