When I am with you
how fragile are the eggshells beneath my feet?
Will they break with the slightest touch?
A mere cast of any eye?
Should I walk with feet bare
or can my soul and thoughts be bared and shared
without fear of injury
to you
or to me.
Mostly, to you. My back is strong.
Yet, I will not avoid the eggshells.
I will say they are as strong as Ostrich eggs
and stand on them without hesitation
without burden of breakage
with hearts in tact
communication an easy commute
to connection.
Over 25 years ago, I had the great pleasure of meeting this true celebrity. He was the real deal – the same person I saw on PBS stood before me, thanked me for my service to young children, had his assistant take our picture (when he noticed my disappointment that I hadn’t brought my camera), and reminded my mother of the importance of being a grandmother.
A few weeks later, as promised, I received the photos in the mail.
Me, Mr. Rogers and my mom at an early childhood conference in Anaheim, CA
To this man, no person was “foreign.” They were someone that he had not yet had the pleasure to meet.
I just bought the new “forever” postage stamp.
Also watch for upcoming films about him and his limitless love for humanity.
Thank you, Mr. Rogers. You are still an inspiration.
via Foreign
Missing a loved one?
A special place?
A special object that you once held dear?
No matter what has transpired …
via Beloved
He was undu-ly-late
but that didn’t stop him from making his presence known to The Little Prince.
And in excerpts, the fox said:
I am a fox.
I cannot play with you. I am not tamed.
It is an act too often neglected. It means to establish ties.
To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .
My life is very monotonous … Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
photo credit
via Undulate
You win some and you lose some
but in his case,
his winsome personality
made him win more
than he lost.
via Winsome
In whatever ways you celebrate this time of year, I hope it includes a safe place to rest, a warm hearth surrounded by people you love, and extra measures of great joy and peace.
Your friend,
Carolyn D-W
See winter celebrations here
Yesterday was a “meh” post day for me – a cute puppy and an attempt at a witty daily word prompt.
The good thing about a “meh” post is thinking about it.
So, today, learning the new prompt, I thought more about puppies and remembered something. Something I was told and continue to love.
A few weeks after a friend’s beloved dog died, he had a dream. In the dream, “Max,” Ethan’s Cocker Spaniel, came to visit and spoke to him.
Ethan said, “Max, I didn’t know you could talk.”
“Of course we can,” he said. “We’re just not supposed to show it.”
“Well, what do you do all day?” Ethan asked.
“Oh, I sit at the feet of God.”
Ethan said, “What does that feel like?”
“Well, you know how when you yawn and, when the yawn’s over, how good it feels? It’s like that.”
I love this dream.
So I wonder if the God in Ethan’s dream is surrounded by a zoo of deceased and beloved pets, all yawning with contentment. I hope so. It’s a beautiful image.
Thinking of you sweet Lizzy and Luther.
via Zoo
Oh the sisters of mercy,
they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me
when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort
and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them,
you who’ve been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything
that you cannot control.
It begins with your family,
but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging,
I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy,
your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
Well they lay down beside me,
I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes
and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf
that the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love
that is graceful and green as a stem.
When I left they were sleeping,
I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the lights,
you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous
if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren’t lovers like that
and besides it would still be all right,
We weren’t lovers like that
and besides it would still be all right.
–beautifully written by Leonard Cohen
via Mercy
They were lucky to be neighbors, but happier to be best friends.
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: neighbors.
I planted flowers beneath the moon
and all my hopes and dreams came true.
I’d do anything for you
except,
dig them back up.
art by CD-W
Weekly Photo Challenge – Rounded
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 