Such a sad day for the human race. I really don't have much to say. Today reminded me of how I felt on Sept. 11th. I was pregnant with my first child. What I remember most from that day was feeling like I had made a huge mistake. Bringing another life into a world where there are people who do terrible things like this to others. I cried all the way home from work.
I have a good friend who told me that we had to have children and raise them to be loving and caring human beings. That if we did this it would help to balance the bad ones. So when moments like today happen I think about that too. And know that I will always feel a pinch of guilt for having children grow up seeing this, but I will also have HOPE. Hope that what they do in this world will not only balance things, but just maybe tip them in the direction of peace, and love. Thanks for reading. Much love and light to anyone who is suffering right now.
I was straightening out a drawer today and came across my card collection. I find beautiful cards that I believe I will one day frame....best laid plans.
Anyway, in amongst them was a paper with a poem on it. There is no author listed on the sheet.
I wanted to share the poem cause I am in love with it. If you know who wrote it....please let me know so I can give credit where it is due.
The Tree Lovers
They grew in the fringe of woodland at the foot of the homestead hill,
Where ran like a silver ribbon a dimpling summer rill -
A spruce and a leafy maple - so close together they grew
That hardly a lance of sunlight might pierce their greenness
Their mingled branches swaying cast ever a cooling shade
O'er the strip of emerald grassland where the happy children
And a slender lad and thoughtful, with dreamy eyes of blue,
Said the tree was a maple maiden and the spruce her lover true.
The fancy pleased the children, as fancies children will,
For it gave them a sense of friendship with the trees below the hill:
As if the spruce and the maple had a life to their own akin,
And beneath their bark imprisoned beat human hearts within.
They saw how the maple nestled to the spruce's sheltering side,
As his rugged green arms clasped her with fond protecting pride.
He the taller and stronger; she the more graceful tree,
And never could human lovers more kind and faithful be.
When the winter snows were silver, and the winter winds
The gray-cloaked bride was leafless but the sturdy spruce was green;
And when the springtime rapture thrilled all the woodlands
The tender tints of maple were blent with his somber hue.
All through the days of summer they talked and whispered low,
While the gentle west-winds wavered their branches to and fro;
And in the autumn the little maple, in her splendor of crimson gay,
Stood proudly close to her lover in his rugged and dark array.
The children have grown and wandered from the ken of the homestead hill,
But the trees through seasons many are green and faithful still.
Still nestles the little maple to her knightly lovers side,
And still the spruce tree shelters with his mighty arms his bride.
Though the winter winds are biting, but the closer drawn are they,
As fond as when summer sunbeams among their branches play:
Time passes o'er them as lightly as it does o'er the ribbon rill,
There, as each season passes, at the foot of the homestead hill.
It is so wonderful to be me! Tonight hubby encouraged me to go out with a friend for dinner. So I did. Thank you to my lovely husband who knew I needed to get out and have some chat time. And to my friend Dana who at the last minute came! I am a lucky girl!
I have been so busy trying to organize my thoughts and put together a little birthday party for my son. I don't know why but this kind of thing makes me go crazy. I am trying to not sweat it and relax. So here is a little picture to remind us that summer is coming (despite the current weather report) and the time to chill is going to happen! Till tomorrow!
I have been thinking about friendships lately. The different kinds, and the needs that are met by those.
I know many ladies that have really close friends. They seem almost attached at the hip.
I don't have that kind of friendship. Not sure if I just haven't met that person, or that I haven't really looked.
I had some good friends while growing up, but I don't recall feeling incredibly close with any one in particular. Nobody that I felt knew me more than I knew myself.
After getting married and moving 4 hours away from where I grew up I really felt alone. My husband and I knew nobody. I think back now and know that this is why we are as close as we are now. When asked who my oldest and dearest friend is, I would have to answer....my husband.
I started working here in Calgary and thought this is were I would meet some girlfriends.
Most of the women I worked with were older and not really interested in making new friends. I did make one good friend and have kept in contact with her even though she has moved across the country.
But really both my husband and I agreed that once we started a family we would meet more people. People who we would have things in common with.
I stop here to wonder....is it like this for others?
It is true. I did meet many other Moms after having babies. The first group I met during the labor prep class that I took with my first. Of that first group I made a few new friends. Today I have a wonderful music buddy out of that group. The others have moved away....or moved on.
It seems that is the way of grown up friendships. Moving on and moving away. Are these best friend friendships ones from childhood? or made as we become grownups?
Am I an oddity that I just don't develop that kind of connection to people?
Does this come from being an introvert?
The friendships that I have made since having my kiddos have been wonderful. Lots of great memories made on mountain retreats and dinners out.
It seems though as of late that these too are becoming harder to hold on to.
Are we destined to grow apart? It used to be easy to gather a group together. But things change.
I am also starting up friendships with lovely people oceans away. I hope to travel to see them.
I wonder what the next stage of friendships will look like.
Maybe the lesson to be learned here is that I need to focus more on me.
At the end of this rambling I have discovered that the one friend who knows me best, knows the good the bad and the ugly is my husband. I hear you....all those groaning out there.
I would love to hear what you all have to say on the matter.
I had such plans for today's post! But alas I gave up. I had such a long frustrating day. The kids and I went to the zoo on what has to be the busiest day ever. I am no lover of crowds. Which basically drained me if all energy and happy thoughts. The boy and I got a little to much sun as well. Oh well can't complain too much it was a beautiful day. Tomorrow we are expecting snow. So here I am heading to bed. I look forward to a quiet day tomorrow. I will then post the wonderful blog post I had in mind. Here's something for you to think about. What kind of friend are you? Night all!
It is a true life crime story, and because of that I was quite eager to read it. I really enjoy watching programs like Criminal Minds, Law and Order, and 48 Hours. I find the study of human behaviour quite fascinating.
It was quite easy to get into and turned out to be a very quick read.
A dreadful turn of events had this poor girl witness the death of her father at the hands of her controlling mother and fiance. Then of course leads to a life of depression and heartache. There was a moment where I just wanted this poor woman to stop, and find help. But as in many cases in many countries, help isn't always as easy to find. She finds herself relying on people who are unhealthy themselves.
My heart aches for this woman and her family.
I would say if you enjoy true life crime stories and shows then this is a book you may want to pick up and read. My suggestion though is not before bed....a few crazy dreams were had when I did.
The book selected for April is Plainsong by Kent Haruf.