“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” Rumi
Inspiration: Happy Father’s Day… my light on the fearless path
You might not be here
But I know your spirit’s near
Each tear and smile … caught
Whenever I’m down
Your comforting light appears
Telling me: Be Strong!
Happy Father’s Day
My light on the fearless path
Guiding me each day
Each Father’s Day, I experience my father’s absence differently. Some years, the memories are wistful, and other years they are reflective. However, one thing remains constant and that is my gratitude for his influence on my life. I know we each come to this conversation with different stories, but, my prayer for each of us is that we will use our experience and memories of this precious relationship to make a positive impact on someone’s life. Happy Father’s Day to you and yours.
Posted in Love Life, Positive Advice, Posts & Photos 2014
Tagged family, haiku, Happiness, Happy Fathers Day, inspiration, life, love, poetry, postaday, reflections
“In the end, it all comes to choices to turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones.” Amber Frey
Weekly Writing Challenge: LIfe Around The Suburban Block. Emma came round to say hello!
Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block. Farm life thrives amid verdant meadows
I live in the suburbs. We’ve all heard the jabs and jokes about the sterility and paranoia of suburban life. Some of it is probably true, but all of suburban life isn’t picket fences, mowed lawns and lives of quiet desperation.
Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block – Local folk enjoy the quiet
I live in the suburbs. We do find ways to connect with each other, albeit briefly. You see, once the kids fly the coop and PTSA volunteer jobs fall to the wayside, unless you choose to stay connected with moms from the school years, life can become deadly quiet… But we do connect on the aqueduct, in town, at the train station, by the Hudson River, when a neighbor’s dog wanders into our yard or when word spreads that someone desperately needs help…
One day, Emma wandered into my yard and I left my home to find her owner. I was concerned. I called the cops. I walked to the end of the cul de sac. I found her owner and we connected; neighbor to neighbor. In my determination to find her owner, I crossed a thresh-hold of dead solitude and found a smiling face. Life around the suburban block has barriers, but we lift them when we have to.
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