You know the one I mean. The one too many people aren’t seeing or pretending they’re not seeing, as if it’s just a fantasy in some fairytale book. But I’m speaking reality here. The one where we (humanity) have fallen down into Alice’s rabbit hole – for real! Not many words needed since you know of what I speak. In fact, lately there are too many words and not enough positive action and therefore I would like to suggest the following:
Heartstrings. We all have them. They attach themselves to more things than we realize. Affection, compassion and love develop from heartstrings and the nice thing about them is that while they are not visible to the eye, they are strong and occasionally tug on your heart to let you know they are there and firmly attached. My heartstrings for bloggers began shortly after I began blogging and have grown with the passage of time.
Since I’ve been in the blogging world (a few years) I have interacted with absolutely wonderful people. In general I’ve found most bloggers to be pretty amazing, creative and kind. I have made many friends from around the world. Friends that I cherish. A few aren’t blogging right now, involved with other life pursuits (and I miss you) and for those who are still blogging, well … you know who you are.
I feel as if we’ve known each other our entire life not just a period of time.And I feel love for you and I know it’s returned. Remarkable really when one thinks about us. Some of you live in different countries with different customs and life experiences and yet we are still drawn to one another and I so cherish our friendship.
This Rose is for you! I thank you with all my heart, for being you, for being my friend and for making my life fuller, richer and so much better for knowing you.
The greatest need of all, after the needs of food, clothing and shelter are satisfied, is to be cherished by someone. To know that in a special someone’s heart we have a home we can count on.
Material goals are perceived as necessary in civilization today. But if that is true, it doesn’t then explain all the divorces, over-eating, over indulging in those very same material goals that obviously aren’t doing the trick, only achieving short term happiness along with a lot of unhappy, unfulfilled, sick and miserable people out there.
Do you cherish someone? Let them know. And let them know you need to be cherished too? Today! It’s important, it matters!
“Truly cherishing and being cherished is at the “heart” of what love is all about.”
Penny L Howe, 2014
And just so you know, I cherish you, “my worldwide friends” more than you can ever imagine. You matter and I don’t forget it – not for a nanosecond!
There is beauty in the heart and soulof every single child born on our planet today.
And one in ever 68 of them (in the USA) is born with Autism, which discounts their personal beauty not a bit. For the families who struggle with the varying issues that accompany this condition, my heart goes out to you. We deal with Autism in our family here, so I know of what I speak.
Please visit the following site I’ve linked to and read the article. It is extremely well written and informative. Mostly it’s emotionally moving as it reminds us of all the reasons we care and love one another and most especially – our children.
“Life comes and goes, in starts and stops, with ups and downs and all arounds.”~ Penny L Howe
And yet still it’s life – as we know and understand it to be. So what can we take from this?
We can remember to Cherish!Those special people, experiences and moments – the oh-so-happy times. Within the prisms of our heart there is a quintessential quality of memories that nourish us when we’re sad, sustain us when we’re troubled and gentle our thoughts and actions when we’re stressed.
Cherishing is an artistic absolute, lifting up a mundane or indifferent day into the realm of something much more.
Hold dear and close thosecherishing thoughts. They are yours to keep and value forever. Use them well. Not only do they sustain, they also become an essence of your being, a filter to enhance and strengthen your life’s experiences!
A warm affectionate hello to my world-wide friends,
The crowd began to gather at dusk. On the far end of the city park. The local community had been doing this, once a week, for over a year now. Ever Friday evening, various individuals and families would show up, quietly holding lit candles to remind them of someone they had lost to inner city violence so widespread on the city streets today.
This evening was no different and as it became darker the crowd grew larger, each person carrying a lit candle. There was a small stage with a platform set up in the back. One by one they’d walk up to the stage, turn and face the crowd, reverently mention the name of his or her “lost” relative or friend, turn and place their candle on the platform with the other candles and then leave the stage to make room for the next person.
As the sky darkened overhead, the amber glow from the stage increased. Those in the large crowd still holding candles waited patiently for their turn, while the ones who had placed their candles on the platform stood nearby towards the back, heads bowed.
At the very edge of the crowd there appeared a single candle glow, much brighter than the others, and all those standing and waiting, turned to view this candle being held by a young girl, weaving very slowly between the people in the crowd. They began to part, clearing a pathway for her as she made her way, candle held in both hands, to the the front of the stage.
She was given a helping hand up onto the stage steps and then she walked to the center and turned to face the gathered crowd. She spoke not a word just lifted the candle high in front of her. An adult walked over to her and said, “Would you like to say who this candle is for my child?”
She nodded, still holding the candle strongly out in front of her. The candle glowed more brightly than ever. Softly but clearly she spoke.
“I live around the corner, in a small house. It is just my mother and myself. My mother works long hours so I spend a lot of time alone. When you started your candle light tribute a year ago I began to watch and I’d come and listen to each person speak of those they had lost. And then the other day I realized someone had been forgotten so I am here tonight for that one.”
She paused at this point, still looking out at the silent and spell bound audience. They, enchanted by this young girl standing there so solemn, her candle flickering slightly in the evening breeze.
The adult leaned over again and asked her, “And who might this candle be for my child?”
The little girl’s answer was quietly spoken yet heard all the way to the back of the gathering.
“I hold this candle for the one no one remembered. The one who had no one who cared. Who came and went alone in life. For this person then do I hold the candle.
So none be forgotten, this candle is for that one.”
Millions of children, in the United States alone runaway each year. Many are never found. Many many more millions of children around the planet are homeless and all too often also end up being alone. It is a sadness beyond belief that on our (civilized?) planet today so many children suffer and die needlessly and alone.