Tuesday 11 June 2024

THE TWELVE ILLUSIONS by Tahlia Hunter


"THE TWELVE ILLUSIONS" by Tahlia Hunter
And on the path of self-acceptance,
These twelve illusions you shall shed:
The illusion of being unwanted:
For, in truth, there is no such thing as an unwanted soul.
The illusion of being unlovable:
For your true self is love.
The illusion of unworthiness:
For you are always deserving of love and success.
The illusion of being weird:
For there is no such thing as normal.
The illusion of needing external validation:
For your worth is never dependent on another's approval.
The illusion of being insignificant:
For your presence impacts all of humanity.
The illusion of being powerless:
For within you lies the strength to shape your destiny and influence the world.
The illusion of not being good enough:
For you were born good enough.
The illusion of being a burden:
For your existence is a precious gift, and your contributions add value.
The illusion of being unsuccessful:
For success is subjective, and your path is uniquely yours.
The illusion of being ugly:
Because that label only ever reflects the viewer being incapable of seeing beauty.
And the illusion that aging decreases your value:
For, in truth, you are not a body but a soul.
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I'M SEEING GOD TODAY by Joanne Boyle


"I'M SEEING GOD TODAY"
by Joanne Boyle

I went to see God today
and I looked him in the eye.
I asked him why he took me,
and made so many cry.
I waited for my answer
to bring it back to you, then
God turned to me and smiled
and opened up a view.
I saw familiar faces.
Dogs that played with birds.
Flowers that never wilted.
No one was ever scared.
Children wore their wings
like a costume from a shop.
The eternal view of life
was never meant to stop.
I still didn't understand
but I felt glad that I was here.
God then opened up the clouds
and I saw that I was near.
It was then he began to speak,
he said "just look down there.
So much pain and destruction,
a sight I cannot bare.
So each day I find new angels,
some are young and some are old,
but once they are here in heaven
their age will always hold.
I know that when I take them,
hearts will break in two.
I keep sending down reminders,
in their memories of you.
My angels go to earth
and help them with this fate
but some I go to carry,
to help them through the gate.
Some people are in pain
and though you cannot see,
heaven is the place,
that they deeply long to be.
Some are just too beautiful,
or were sent to earth too soon.
Some were just too fragile,
to be a part of life's sad tune.
We know who is arriving,
the time, the date and place.
We know we leave so many
with a big and empty space.
We will fill it with sweet memories
and let you go and see.
What matters to us most
is that you are now happy."
By now I had forgotten my question,
but not those I'd left behind.
I knew I would always live
in the memories that you'll find.
********
Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

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THEY'RE TELLING YOU... by Becky Hemsley


"THEY'RE TELLING YOU..."
by Becky Hemsley

They saw you watching over them
As they finally closed their eyes
They smelt your scent as they breathed
In and out for the last time
They heard the way your voice broke
As you told them they were loved
They felt you as you held them
With your gentle, farewell touch
And now they watch each morning
As you pass their empty bed
They watch you lose composure
And they see the tears you shed
They hear you bear the silence
Of the footsteps that are gone
That walk across your heart each day
Like echoes of a song
They feel the pang of emptiness
You get when you’re alone
In moments when you realise
That they’re never coming home
But in their darkest moment
You were there to hold them tight
And they just want the same for you
So you can feel alright
So they’re sewing you a rainbow,
Weaving ribbons through the sky
So they can let you know
That life is good beyond goodbye
So next time it is raining
And the sun appears as well
Just feel and look and listen
To what they are trying to tell
They’re telling you it’s spring there
With its showers and its sun
Where there are endless fields for them
To play and stretch and run
They’re telling you they sleep upon
The biggest, softest beds
That they have stitched from all the clouds
That float above your head
They’re telling you they’re not alone
For there are many others
And they’ve been reunited
With their parents, sisters, brothers
They’re showing you their rainbow
So you know they won’t forget you
And to tell you they will always be
So happy that they met you
And they’re telling you they love you
And though they’ll be dearly missed,
Not to worry, ‘cause it’s beautiful
Beyond the rainbow bridge
******
Becky Hemsley 2022
Beautiful artwork by Paige Keiser https://linktr.ee/paigekeiser
It's World Pet Loss Day today. Sending my love to those missing and remembering a beloved pet
This poem is in my book for grief and loss:

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I WONDER IF by Becky Hemsley

"I WONDER IF"
by Becky Hemsley

I wonder if the moon
Is ever jealous of the sky
I wonder if she ever tires
Of waking in the night
I wonder if she longs to take
A break from making waves
And if she feels inferior
When in her smallest phase
I wonder if she sees the stars
And yearns to be as bright
And if she hates relying
On the sun to lend its light
I wonder if she wants to smooth
The craters on her face
And if she ever envies
All the other moons in space
Yes, I wonder if the moon
Is ever tempted to compare
And if she ever doubts
That she has earned her place up there
But most of all I wonder
If she's ever realised
That she's the one who wows us
Every time she's in the sky
*****
Our own magic is often the most difficult for us to see
✨
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Monday 10 June 2024

COFFEE, EGGS OR CARROT


"COFFEE, EGGS OR CARROT"
(author unknown)
A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee. You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each pot on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil.
In the first she placed some carrots, in the second she placed some eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked,

"Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked,

"What does it mean, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity. Boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavour. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you when the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level?
How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

May we all be COFFEE

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THE MEMORY CATCHER by Joanne Boyle

"THE MEMORY CATCHER"
by Joanne Boyle

The Memory Catcher.
She stood at heavens doorway
with her little fishing net.
Waiting for the memories
from those who won't forget.
She loved the role she played.
The sky was always full.
The memories kept on coming,
Yet her net was never full.
Once they were in the net,
they would disappear.
Sent on to heavens angels
from those that were near.
Some were bigger than others.
She loved to catch them last.
They came with the such emotion
from stories of the past.
Some were only small.
Too painful yet to face.
But still the memory Catcher
sent them to the right place.
Her favourite ones of all
where the ones that she'd seen grow.
Because she knew her angel friends
were now down below.
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Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

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JUST LIKE FRANK


"JUST LIKE FRANK"
(author unknown)

A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabby says, “Wow, perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.” The passenger asks, “Who?” The cabby explains, “Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like when I came along just when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.” The passenger remarked, “There are always a few clouds over everybody.” “Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros.
He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.” The passenger said, “Sounds like he was really something special.” The cabby replied, “There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman could do everything right.” The passenger was amazed, “Wow, what a guy!” The cabby continued, “He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.”
Passenger: “How did you meet him?”
Cabby: “I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his wife.

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"BABY STEPS" by Becky Hemsley

"BABY STEPS" by Becky Hemsley We have to stop thinking that we’ve failed every time we fall. When babies are learning to walk, we ...