healingwords: poetry for the soul

May your hearts' desires shine bright to the stars  in love, peace and light.   All my love to my family, dear friends and everyone who has inspired, encouraged and supported me during this difficult year. 

Loss is part of our human experience, most of us will suffer the death of people we love during our life and face the long process of grieving. There are times when our loved ones are quietly remembered with love and smiles and other days when their absence is a struggle. It helps me to know they are always with us, in our memories, in our dreams, in our daily lives. 

It is hard to believe 5 years have passed without my wonderful Dad, although as I write the word 'without', aware of him looking down at me from the mantelpiece, I know he is still with me and always will be. 

Dream time, back in bluebell woods, standing on a sea washed shore as dawn rises, holding hands in peace, love flowing, promising to witness the dream as we wake to a new day. 

  Never be afraid to say what you feel, how ever crazy it seems, whatever the fear of ridicule. Our story is our truth, our dream world reflects reality,  sharing brings healing and peace. 

 The dreams linger, half formed in the half light, waiting for the call to turn dream worlds into reality. 

At this time of year when unrelenting heat dries the land and the trees and countryside wait for autumn rains, I long for the cool green of the North, where I visit in my dreams. 

There is a brief moment when the setting sun slips away, the moon is rising, stars are starting to blink and I am lost in the depths of perfect blue. Gloaming more usually brings to mind winter oak woods, crows flapping at dusk, the moon through bare branches but today the word was given to me and it seems a perfect fit for the Spanish twilight.    

 

 When all seems dark, love is the answer. Follow the light. 

  I am blessed by nature, living near to both mountains and sea, able to lose myself walking in trees. The wind on my mind, whistling seemingly impossible dreams. 

  Lost again in the dream world, where all is possible, peace and healing flow as golden as the setting sun on the sea.  We only need to wake and remember. 

The healing power of nature as our troubles are washed out to sea, love and forgiveness bringing peace. 

  I am still haunted by the thought that tomorrow maybe too late, as others have said so well in words and song, say it now, heal the hurts, find peace in our hearts. 

Remembering my mother on her birthday. My grandchildren and I tinkle the wind chimes, as she always did when walking by in her garden. 

The desire to connect with our lost loves, to speak with them one more time, to say the words that were never said and find peace is one that I imagine we all feel at times. If only they were the other side of the mirror looking back at us.  

  I had little hope of seeing the sun on a damp and cloudy day. It came out as I walked through this arch  of holm oak, the winding ivy and mossed stones glinting, lighting the path onwards. The peace and serenity I felt stayed with me as these words came to my mind in dream time. 

Once again I am missing bluebells. I am fortunate to be able to walk in Mediterranean woods, like all of our time spent with nature, they are restoring and energising places. Still, I miss the bluebells, their beauty and the feeling of peace and healing I feel when walking in woods with loved ones. In my mind today are those who are no longer with us, who loved bluebell woods, who I find still in our sacred places.

  I seem to be spending this strange year in dream land and no better place to wander than in bluebell woods. Memories of walking with my mother in Crackley Woods, with my dear friend in the wood by her home, where I was always welcome, with my brother. Another year missing and dreaming of  bluebells. 

I dream of the day I can see the green lady by the rushing stream, under the shade of oak. I dream our midnight thoughts become daylight reality, in words and deeds and song.  I dream of healing and better days. 

A time of enforced idleness, walking in my mind, meeting in my dreams.   

This year we support International Women's Day from home, unable to attend demonstrations, events or celebrations. Parcent Town Hall have marked the day by asking for people to create a banner to decorate their house. Mine remembers the strike held on this day in Spain in 2018, when women across the country withdrew their labour and hundreds of thousands marched across cities in a cry for our rights.  In the village we showed our support for the day of action by tying aprons to our balconies. Sadly there remains much to be done in the fight for equality and we need to remember everyday that women across the world still suffer discrimination in the home, at work, with pay and in society. Today we also honour all those who have given their time and energy to campaign for our rights.  The original poem in English is on the link below.  https://blog.healingwordspoetry.com/2018/03/huelga-women-in-spain-strike-on.html https://blog.healingwordspoetry.com/2020/03/a-poem-day-huelg...

For those that find solace by the sea, let the waves wash away your troubles and the dancing sun lighten your heart. 

The dream brings a message waiting to be heard,  the dreamer only needs to catch it when dawn breaks .