the same pain
I feel as if
She knew my soul
Better than anyone
She made sure
I felt loved
Every single day
I have not felt
She went away
Far from me
👣♥️ When my friend, Beth, the Mystic Hillbilly, begin to share her poems.. I felt the door open, an invitation given, to write my own heart with the words she stirred up inside me.
Dark and wet She should be asleep But instead She looks out From the two story window Watching the cars pass by She would love To sit and listen To the stories Of those that are driving In the dark, wet hours Between midnight and morning time
Everybody tells what they are now Glossing over what made them who they are Not a mention of the nights Wishing they were somewhere else Oh they talk about best friends Been together since God knows when Leave out the drunken nights One night stands Long affairs They pretend it’s been smooth sailing Like the song that was so cool But heaven knows It’s smoke and mirrors Behind every smile There’s more They try to hide She reads the stories With half a smirk, half a smile She didn’t belong back then Sure as hell don’t now But she still wears lace underneath Cowboy boots on her feet And the best stories are the ones She keeps to herself
While doing a session, this beautiful song came on and, as I read the words, I thought of the way the kindness of strangers has touched my heart the last several days. I had pulled up at Action Sport Nutrition in Rockwall when a guy rolled down his window to tell me something. I stepped closer to his car and told him that I couldn’t hear him because I’m hard of hearing. . He got out and showed me where my skid plate had came loose. He was kind enough to remove his mask so I could read his lips.He cared enough to stop and alert a stranger about something. That’s kindness. I went into the store where I’ve gone for years because I know the owner is such a kind man.Of course, after telling Matt what happened, Matt walked out and looked under my car, too, and assured me that I could drive safely back to work.At Healthy Banh Mi, the young lady that took my order, used her phone to verify who I was and after giving my order to me, she signed “thank you” with kindness in her eyes.I had a new client that looked up on YouTube the way to sign “thank you” and surprised me by signing it after his massage.When I was at MOD Pizza a few weeks ago, another client recognized my situation, as I tried to understand what was being said to me and she came to my rescue.The kindness of strangers makes such a difference, even more so when you have a hearing loss and depend on lip reading in a world where almost every place masks are required. I have found, though, that masks seem to bring out the best in most people or maybe it’s just me, and I receive the best because I expect it- I really do… I expect to be treated with kindness, I expect to be able to read lips and I expect to find good people in my path and somehow, that isexactly what happens.So if you see me out and about and if you’ve got on a mask, I promise it’s not my intention to be rude, but I really can’t understand a word you say behind that mask… But I can understand every kindness you show me and others.Just remember this, “kindness is the language that the blind can see and the deaf can hear.”#deaftherapist #writingmyheartoutHere is the song…https://open.spotify.com/track/4pgHkl7iKEPDHQR1amlotA?si=qf1YjyGBRVi8Yp15YyjNjQTell me how the kindness of strangers has brighten your day!
On this date, September 11,the world changed forever.
So many people woke up and had no idea it would be their last kiss, last words, last hug. It was. They didn’t choose that.
The First Responders kept going again and again, doing what they were trained for… They choose and the world of those that loved them changed forever.
Today, choose to change the world again ,by spreading as much love as you can.
While we say that we will “never forget”, in truth ,we’ve became apathetic, harden,unforgiving and bitter in so many ways.
We look for flaws instead of beauty,we make excuses instead of plans,we neglect those we love too often, we hesitate to give generously and to offer our best.
We give lip service to cute pictures and posts, but in reality,we are so self absorbed that we miss out on so much.
Today, you can be the first to say “I’m sorry”, the first to say “I love you” and the first to offer an embrace. It may very well be the last chance you get, so don’t let your life be filled with regret.
We have lived so much of 2020 on the edge… Far too many people are wearing masks that hide smiles, standing far apart instead of touching, waiting for a magical vaccine or the end of Covid….
The thing is, fear is stealing joy, it’s taking away precious time and beautiful memories.
The towers fell down because of terrorists .
We are allowing another kind of terror to take over our lives- the fear of the unknown and the little known…we are so damn afraid of dying, that we do not live fully.
I don’t know all the answers but I do know love is the best one.
Be the first. Never forget. Walk with Love. Please. Be fearless.
There’s a spot on him She knows so well It’s been rubbed raw And doesn’t heal Every time she touches it She knows why it’s there It’s a reminder of who he is And what he does Why he comes to see her When he can She knows the oil she uses can’t erase The bruise that the gun makes But she tries anyway She places her hands On his skin Feels him let go Breathe in And it’s enough That she gets to touch That spot again Do what she can To help the one that walks The blue line Day after day Night after night.