NEWS FAIL

This is why I cannot watch the evening news.  13 minutes of viewing and this writing is my only way to partly purge how I’m left feeling.

Surely, it is easier to love each other versus perilous expressions of violence and death throughout the globe?

Sighs. Tonight I shall write, finish a painting, and pray love and shalom will shower our world.  Tomorrow I shall not watch the news.

NEWS FAIL

I cannot archive my heart
inside walled off chambers of numb.
Rather, the scraping pain of sorrow
unfurls in a sob of release.

Whilst mourners draft stealth exits
under veils of tears,
the angst-stricken fist shakers
protest blocking the way.

No more innocent eyes or unsullied minds.
Drafted into truth far too soon,
children huddle in trembling knots.

Our Job

My random thoughts this morning after an unfortunate trip through some very negative social media posts.  This is not directed toward any specific person.

Our job is not to judge each other.

Our job is to love each other.

While I do not believe life or love is about performance, I wonder what would happen if how we lived and what we received was based upon how well we loved or how much we judged?

Perhaps a moment of self evaluation would be handy about now?

Do you deserve a merit raise based on your loving ways?

Or do you perhaps deserve a time of probation to remedy the destructive trait of judging?  Harshly judging one’s self or others is  humanity misspent.

You cannot be fired from life so take comfort in that.  Your thoughts and actions that fall short of love may be transmuted in the blink of an eye setting you free to be love.

Know that I love you just as you are.   I love you enough to challenge you toward introspection, self-forgiveness and personal transformation.

There is an abundance of love, joy, peace and fun awaiting you on the other side of judgement.  Walk this way, peak over the top of those judgmental thoughts and actions.  Yes, right there.  Isn’t it gorgeous on the either side?  C’mon. I’ve saved you a seat.

There’s Something About You

There’s something about you.
The way you smile and laugh and fill up rooms with joy.
The way you get mad, shake it off and move on without grudge or judgement.
The way you run to freshly bloomed roses and bury your face in the petals.

There’s something about you.
Furrowed brows turn into crinkled smiles when a child laughs or proudly does a backflip.
Bowed shoulders carrying others’ burdens straighten up strong and free when the wind blows and the birds begin their song.
Eyes wet with tears of grief begin to glitter and shine when hope rises up to remind you that mercy is new every morning.

There’s something about you.
Other shoppers step around products fallen into aisles but you stop to place items out of harm’s way.
In the midst of your own worries and busyness you stop to sit on a bench and chat with the homeless woman who is lost in her tears.

There’s something about you.
Truth is your path.
Hope is your fuel.
Grace is your power.
Laughter is your magnet.

Love is your something.

Goodbye Life, Hello ‘Joy’

My heart is breaking.

A former client who became a dear friend died in a tragic vehicle accident yesterday.  She was 6 months pregnant with a child she fought to conceive and fought to stay pregnant with.  She leaves behind a beautiful 5 year old boy (who is now with his dad, her ex-partner), and a boyfriend, the dad of her unborn child.  The loss their family has suffered is incomprehensible.


left photo from May 6, 2017 (3 days ago)

I keep hearing her voice and her customary goodbye salutation of “lots of love” in my head.  I see her big welcoming smile and lovely sparkly blue eyes which greeted me each time we met on Skype.

I don’t often have deep grief when someone dies. It takes a lot for someone to become entwined deeply in my heart.  She is entwined deeply in my heart.  We come from entirely different backgrounds and life perspectives, and yet there was a loving synergy in our coaching relationship and friendship which melted that away.  Wisdom, love, and respect flowed both ways.  Working with her taught me how to suspend all judgement of someone vastly different from me and simply be with her as a guide, a coach, a friend, and a fellow powerful woman on this planet.

A passage from scripture that I often pray over people is from Numbers 6.  Though we did not have a shared christian faith, we had a deeply shared sense of spirituality and I asked her if I could pray a blessing over her at our last official working session last year.  She sweetly and completely received the blessing and we were both moved to speechless tears as the presence of God touched us.  Through tears, she finally said, “Your prayers are always so sweet and I always feel deeply loved by your god when you pray.”

Numbers 6:24-26:

24 The Lord bless you and keep you;
25 the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you;
26 the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

Her middle name is ‘Joy’ and one of my first thoughts after hearing of her death was ‘now she truly is become Joy’.  I shall hold on to that intuitive, spiritual knowledge for comfort and my own measure of joy as the days progress and life carries on.

Sophie Emma Rose was an extraordinary woman who lived life fully and entirely the way which was right for her.  She was full of integrity and goodness.  She was as accepting of others as she was authentic to her own convictions.  She was uncompromising in her beliefs and still one of the most open-hearted, loving people its been my privilege to know.

I shall miss you dear friend.  I believe God’s face is shining upon you with his grace and that his beautiful countenance gives you the deepest peace.  And I will celebrate that you have now become sheer joy.