Stop
Stop.
Take a breath. That's it ... there you go. It's all right, you'll be okay. Ahh, I know. But do you have an idea of what else I know? Relax for a moment and I'll tell you all about it. Now that you've stopped, you really do have the time to listen.
Can you hear me? I'm letting my thoughts flow into your mind, accepting yours in return. What a magical, mystical tour we're on. Yes, it makes me laugh, too. Even as I cry to understand your needs, even as I anguish over all of your wants. We're hand in hand and heart to heart. Wait. Please wait.
Where did you go? Did I frighten you? I'm sorry, perhaps it's too much all at once - maybe you're overwhelmed. The feeling is often mutual, as all things are. Let's both look at the sky while we contemplate the ground beneath our feet. Such an odd way to consider what we have never truly believed. The in-between is hugely infinitesimal while at the same time it waits for us to gather steam. Building ... growing.
Can you hear me? I really don't know anymore. I still feel you, I'm still listening. The volume is fading but the spirit is breathing. Perhaps that's what I hear ... the silent resurgence of your soul.
Thanks, Missy - we all need a bit of quiet contemplation now and then, and sharing it means we have more, not less, as we do.
July 9, 2009 3:17 PM | Reply | Permalink
You're so very right, me. Thank you.
July 9, 2009 3:53 PM | Reply | Permalink
Ah, thanks Missy, I needed that and am sure many, many others do too.
Reaching out, just to reassure us we are heard and acknowledged is truly a blessing. In these moments too many feel this is not the case.
Again, so appreciate you and your posts.
July 9, 2009 4:03 PM | Reply | Permalink
How lovely to see you, Aunt Sam! I hope that life is treating you well, and I thank you for your words.
July 9, 2009 4:34 PM | Reply | Permalink
... oh yes, wait a minute, Mr Postman.
July 9, 2009 4:33 PM | Reply | Permalink
Just a card, just a letter?
July 9, 2009 4:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
What beautiful thoughts from a beautiful mind. Thanks for taking me into your space even though for a brief period of time. I feel refreshed from the rush of the day and now I am ready to relax and think over your words. The sky above and the ground under my feet - so reassuring and telling me I have a place in this universe,and it is my own space when I need it.
July 9, 2009 4:57 PM | Reply | Permalink
Whenever you need it - it's there.
July 9, 2009 9:56 PM | Reply | Permalink
I was thinking of that Child Flower of mine. Verbally attacked on her own streets/neighborhoods.
Then I read about little kids barred from a summer wash in a cool pool on an overly warm July day---because of their "complexion".
The I started getting mad.......
Oh its okay, I read your paragraph and went one floor down to retrieve my TV from the back lawn of the project.......
In
Out.........
Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Much better.
July 9, 2009 5:10 PM | Reply | Permalink
Good to know you got a bit of exercise ... helps with the breathing. ;)
July 9, 2009 5:37 PM | Reply | Permalink
OH, I needed this, Missy. There I was racing between Obey's banks and DD's Wabbits, feeling lost in between GITMO and Congress.
To be honest, at first I didn't want to stop. But then I did, anyway.
And now I'm glad I did. Thank you!
I'll be back soon with some goodies for the evening!
July 9, 2009 8:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
Goodies! Something else we can all use at the end of a long and exhausting day. Thanks, seashell.
July 9, 2009 9:17 PM | Reply | Permalink
I can haz goodies? (strolls around, trips)
I tend to have a lot of quiet time just recovering from my many, er missteps.
I will go outside and tell the fireflies about your blog tho. For a moment.
July 9, 2009 9:39 PM | Reply | Permalink
Stop.
July 9, 2009 9:42 PM | Reply | Permalink
Don't forget to pass it along to the treefrogs.
Sometimes I trip over stuff I need to find ... like good friends.
July 9, 2009 10:17 PM | Reply | Permalink
I'll try to stick to the rafters
=D
Ack! the video doesn't go with the song, my sincere apologies
the song is actually about scuba diving and being followed by a teeny little fish. So the author said.
July 9, 2009 10:47 PM | Reply | Permalink
We can all haz goodies! I just brought over some chips, ice cream (Ben & Jerry's), pickles and cheese.
Don't ask. The answer is I don't know. They looked good.
July 9, 2009 11:07 PM | Reply | Permalink
I don't want a pickle, I just wanna ride on peegs motorcycle
er sickle?
July 9, 2009 11:10 PM | Reply | Permalink
That sounds like something a pregnant woman would bring to a party...anything you need to tell us???
July 9, 2009 11:59 PM | Reply | Permalink
Now, now, still. Don't be rude - have a pickle. ;)
July 10, 2009 12:14 AM | Reply | Permalink
Only if you see a large star rising in the East, stilli! :-)
July 10, 2009 12:14 AM | Reply | Permalink
Okay, I'm howling with laughter!
July 10, 2009 1:21 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thank you much this was quite calming.
July 9, 2009 9:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks for that Melissa. It was a crazy day -- the boys' second birthday -- and I've had lot of work that I need to catch up on. I stopped in to check on things, and saw this, and remembered what a good idea taking that breathe can be.
Thanks again. Anybody want some cake?
July 9, 2009 11:30 PM | Reply | Permalink
MSA, I probably have told you this before. But I love that avatar. I do not know..cooperation or my two kids from long ago. ha
Always cheers me up.
July 10, 2009 12:09 AM | Reply | Permalink
Happy birthday to your boys, Matt. Two already! Are you ready for the terrible two's times two?
I'd love some cake, it'll go perfectly with seashell's ice cream.
July 10, 2009 12:20 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'm torn between wanting to take a breath and feeding this huge case of gettin' pissed off I'm working on...
So I guess I'll breath now, and work on getting pissed off again in the morning...how's that for compromise?
Could you pass the cheese please? ...and maybe just a dab of the ice cream?
BTW, Missy, I peeked in the fridge...lookin' good! I knew you could keep it up once the gross green stuff was gone!
July 10, 2009 12:07 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'm glad you didn't open any of the plastic containers ... scientific experiments are best left alone. ;)
Breathe tonight, it will help you formulate that pissed-off blog you're working on in your head. Yeah, I can see the smoke.
July 10, 2009 12:24 AM | Reply | Permalink
You know me too well... :-)
July 10, 2009 1:13 AM | Reply | Permalink
Indeed, it seems to work both ways. ;)
July 10, 2009 1:38 AM | Reply | Permalink
Oh sweet relief. Thanks so much.
I appreciate your calm place tonight.
Fireflies and treefrogs. I forget to let go.
July 10, 2009 12:21 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'm glad you found a moment to remember.
July 10, 2009 12:32 AM | Reply | Permalink
Your posts are always a breath of fresh air!
Soul-expanding...
Thank you, Missy. :)
July 10, 2009 1:05 PM | Reply | Permalink
Always a pleasure to see you, Thera. Thank you.
July 10, 2009 1:24 PM | Reply | Permalink