healingwords: poetry for the soul

  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.