It was like I was looking into a Mirror as I looked into my friends eyes. All I could see was the pain and sadness. I am instantly right there with her...feeling her pain, feeling her sadness and wishing somehow I could just reach inside her and pull it all out. Take away the sorrow, and fill her with joy.
Wouldn't that be interesting...like a lipo-suction machine, we could suck the pain, the hurt and the sadness right out, then refill up with happiness, joy and laughter. Free re-fills no less!
Or would it really?
How would we even know happy, if we were happy all the time? It is the contrast of happy to sad, energetic to tired, angry to enlightened, that makes us experience what life has to offer us.
We cannot take away others pain, yet we can be there...we can listen, hug, support and understand. We can share a smile and maybe even help make them laugh. We have to let our friends experience their pain, as hard as it may be for us to watch, it is much harder for them to feel.
We look in a Mirror to see ourselves. If we are happy and feeling good about ourselves, we usually like what we see....Yet...if we are in pain, sad, afraid, angry, tired, or hungry...we see our reflection and instantaneously tear it apart. Why do we do that? Why can't we look in a mirror and smile? Give ourselves a break? Know that you are doing the best that you can? Try pretending that your own reflection of sadness is that of your best friend. Understand the sadness, support it and share a smile of comfort.
We mirror the feelings of our friends, our sons and daughters, our moms and dads and our partners as if they ar our own, yet we do not own them, they do. We need not take on their pain. We must stand strong and lend support. Become their foundation and support beams to hold them up or catch them if they fall. You know that they would be there for you.
This friend was my support, my foundation, my oxygen during a time I needed it. It is my turn, and I all I can do is hope that I can provide all the love and support that I can.
Sending my love, my strength, my smile and a hug to ANYONE who needs a little support today...
All of our experiences shape us. The people we meet, the decisions we make, the decisions that are made for us...our failures and successes, our hopes and dreams. I am grateful for all of it, even when it hurts...
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Thursday, February 12, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Love on the Rocks
It just happened. I remember the specific moment I fell in love. I did not want it to happen. It was too soon. The ink was barely dry from my divorce. Not yet...it was too soon.
It didnt matter, time and time again he proved to me that he was the most caring, sincere, patient and kind person I had ever been with. And that was just the beginning of what attracted me to him. That part was his brilliance, passion, drive and dedication to his work, his friends and his family.
As we stood on the pebble beach at Fort Williams in Maine, both looking out at the expansive ocean before us, his arms were wrapped around my waist. We could feel the breeze across our faces, and the contrasting warmth of the sun. He whispered in my ear, "Close your eyes and listen...what do you hear?"
I close my eyes and wonder what he is talking about....all I can hear is his breath and the ocean waves. I am unclear what he is getting at. He senses this and continues..."listen again, listen to the sound of the rocks as the water travels through them on thier way in and out."
I listen closer this time...mmmm...mesmerizing, relaxing, soulful....the waves crashing over the rocks with an energizing force and as they retreat, you can actually hear how they soften, and glide gently back to thier home making the most wonderful sound. Similar to a maraca playing softly in the distance.
I am at complete peace, for the first time in years...I have complete trust in this man.
Love comes from a place deep inside. We cannot force it, we cannot time it. It comes when we least expect it.
This man is now my husband....and everyday I learn more about him, falling more and more in love with all of him. Well, most of the time anyway :)
It didnt matter, time and time again he proved to me that he was the most caring, sincere, patient and kind person I had ever been with. And that was just the beginning of what attracted me to him. That part was his brilliance, passion, drive and dedication to his work, his friends and his family.
As we stood on the pebble beach at Fort Williams in Maine, both looking out at the expansive ocean before us, his arms were wrapped around my waist. We could feel the breeze across our faces, and the contrasting warmth of the sun. He whispered in my ear, "Close your eyes and listen...what do you hear?"
I close my eyes and wonder what he is talking about....all I can hear is his breath and the ocean waves. I am unclear what he is getting at. He senses this and continues..."listen again, listen to the sound of the rocks as the water travels through them on thier way in and out."
I listen closer this time...mmmm...mesmerizing, relaxing, soulful....the waves crashing over the rocks with an energizing force and as they retreat, you can actually hear how they soften, and glide gently back to thier home making the most wonderful sound. Similar to a maraca playing softly in the distance.
I am at complete peace, for the first time in years...I have complete trust in this man.
Love comes from a place deep inside. We cannot force it, we cannot time it. It comes when we least expect it.
This man is now my husband....and everyday I learn more about him, falling more and more in love with all of him. Well, most of the time anyway :)
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