Immersed within your power , swept up by it’s swirling energy of love and wishes , anguish and courage . It’s ending transforms the spirit . The moments that we are given …to build upon our wisdom and enrich our hearts with spiritual freedom .
do we bring them into action or observation ? Or both ? Do we welcome them into our hearts to live ? Or are they pushed into places of dispute and into corners to grow cobwebs and carried like a weight ?
These moments given to us as magnificent beauties slip away quietly . And a precious few grab hold and let them be sweet . The others will appear when it’s required . So thank you dear moment . You are dear.
The stay in the hospital with my mother created a strange sense of time. Neither one of us slept very much. There was a surreal feeling of the hours flying by while the days seemed to drag on interminably.
Every evening ,at about the same time, She would enter a state of calm and rest quietly.It was at this time that I chose to take the elevator down to the street for the refreshment of the night air and for a glimpse of the stars.
The busyness of the day had dissipated and the eery quiet of the night was uncharacteristically comforting.