Hi Joni
The power of Journaling !!!
Doesn't it feel good to get something off of your chest? That's one side of the coin.
The other side is someone to hear you, otherwise, it would be just like crying out into a storm.
I was very moved by your story, Joni. The beauty of your love is inspiring.
The beauty and wonder of love is that even though love seems to weigh you down in the present, love will be the "wind beneath your wings" that will uplift and sustain you on your Journey of Healing.
This is what happened to me when I lost my Mom - the person in my life who from day one loved me without limits and without conditions. No wonder we feel so sad at our loss!
I hear you, Joni and I will respond in more detail later, I promise. I can't now because I just got handed 2 items for my "Honey-Do" list. After 51 years of marriage, I know my priorities. lol
I will respond with more later, Joni. In the meantime, I will send you a little "arrow prayer" to let you know that there are compassionate people who care.
- eKim
ps I saw your wee candle
The Path and the Candle
There are over seven billion humans on planet earth on seven billion paths.
No two humans travel the same path and no two paths are identical.
Our unique path follows our individual experiences of life.
Sometimes we are happy and sometimes we are sad. Sometimes we are afraid.
That is the nature of the path.
On our path, we each carry a tiny candle which lights up only a small area directly in front of us.
There is only enough light for the next step ahead.
Although we travel our path alone, we need not be lonely, yet some humans are. Why?
There are those who stare at their own candle and the next step ahead of them.
Their pupils constrict and they cannot see much other than their own candle.
Wrapped up in themselves, they cannot see what or who is around them.
Their focus is too near.
There are others who gaze up to the stars and see millions of lights.
As their pupils dilate they ponder if the stars are wanderers just like themselves.
Wrapped up in the unknown, they cannot see what or who is around them.
Their focus is too far.
Then there are those of us who choose not to be lonely as we journey along our path.
We look ahead and in doing so we are peripherally aware of other lights just like our own.
They twinkle and glow like fireflies in the night. Some lights are near. Some lights are far.
Every so often one of the lights comes very near to us, or perhaps we come very near to it.
We notice that it is a candle, just like ours carried by another human, not too different from us.
We pause, we observe, we wonder.
We notice that their candle only lights up a small portion of their path ahead of them, just like our own.
As we come closer to one another, we place our wee candles side by side.
Lo and behold, we each can see twice as far as before.
And now we no longer feel lonely or afraid.
Our focus has been made just right.
- eKim