Dear Friends and Visitors passing by,
I wake up feeling happy with all me hopes and plans shining in me head like dew on the sunrise-grass.
I go for me walk and I chat with the older neighbour I meet out there, 93 years old he is. I come home and, before breakfast, some news drop into me lap like scalding tea.
To realise that you ain't of much consequence to the people (plural) you care about the most can cause a pain you can't describe.
Take me lesson, dear friends, learn from what I am going through. Never give everything to everyone. Money. Time. Care. Give whatever you can, but always, and remember this...always save something for yourself. Because, whatever you give, don't expect to receive it again.
That ain't being selfish. It is taking care of you.
I must find a way to soothe this burn, heal meself. And I must set out for this rocky path that lay ahead, this steep, winding trail with the sharp stones.
Take care of you, plenty lurve, neena.
Oceans of caring are flowing your way dear friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Child. I’ve grumbled, complained and finally, I see hope and help. Yayyyy. 🌼❤️
DeleteI'm sorry to hear that you received some hurtful news. After my Dad died I was very careful not to give my all to my mother who was almost demanding it. I have a partner and kids too, although now grown up, but I knew that they needed me as well, but also I needed me too. I tried to treat myself with kindness as well, which sometimes meant neglecting my mothers needs slightly. I don't regret it.
ReplyDeleteJoey, I remember. You’ve been an inspiration with the way you handled that tough situation with kindness, patience. And you sprinkled in a good dash of humour when you could too.
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