May You Always Feel Loved – A Poem By Sandra Sturtz Hauss

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I came across this beautiful poem today. It touched me and I thought it would quite possibly touch others too. I share it here, for all of us …

 

MAY YOU ALWAYS FEEL LOVED

May you find serenity and tranquility
in a world you may not always understand.

May the pain you have known
and the conflict you have experienced
give you the strength to walk through life
facing each new situation with courage and optimism.

Always know that there are those
whose love and understanding will always be there,
even when you feel most alone.

May a kind word,
a reassuring touch,
and a warm smile
be yours every day of your life,
and may you give these gifts
as well as receive them.

May the teachings of those you admire
become part of you,
so that you may call upon them.

Remember, those whose lives you have touched
and who have touched yours
are always a part of you,
even if the encounters were less than you would have wished.
It is the content of the encounter
that is more important than its form.

May you not become too concerned with material matters,
but instead place immeasurable value
on the goodness in your heart.
Find time in each day to see beauty and love
in the world around you.

Realize that what you feel you lack in one regard
you may be more than compensated for in another.
What you feel you lack in the present
may become one of your strengths in the future.
May you see your future as one filled with promise and possibility.
Learn to view everything as a worthwhile experience.

May you find enough inner strength
to determine your own worth by yourself,
and not be dependent
on another’s judgment of your accomplishments.

May you always feel loved.

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By Sandra Sturtz Hauss © 1987

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The rose pictured is “A Shropshire Lad”, by David Austin Roses. It grows against the wall, near to where I work on my computer and has the most wonderful blooms, with a fresh and fruity scent. Its foliage is gorgeously dark and healthy, starting off almost burgundy and maturing into a deep, dark glossy green. It is a picture of health and hopefulness, both as it comes into leaf and when it is in full growth in Summer.

 Holly x

Diferentes Coordenadas Diferentes Visões Do Nosso Mundo

A little story in pictures by my beautiful childhood friend, Adrienne Silva, exhibiting her artwork in Lisbon (earlier this year). Such talent, such beauty.

I am so honoured to call you my friend, Adrienne.

Holly x

Adrienne Silva

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My Walk About with viewers were planned by Ana Paula. I loved it. A South African’s story told in Lisbon

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Fellow artist, Nuno, Adelaide also came from Lyons France…flew to Lisbon in her Cessna, and I. The last time I saw Adelaide is when I met her at Mundial in Cape Town.

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Friend and fellow painter from Sintra.

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Jaya comes from Paris. We visit my work in Principe Real.

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The three painters Adrienne , Isabel and Jirina. A gathering in the gallery for our Walk Abouts. A few days after opening.

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She Let Go – A Poem by Safire Rose

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In the past few weeks, I have seen several writings and little signs about the importance of letting go. For many of us, this is incredibly hard to do but, when things build up to a crescendo, we realise that we really have to release what is holding us back from peace.

I have had my own personal struggles with letting go on many fronts, and have found that one of the hardest things to judiciously let go of is possessions, a physical manifestation of what has gone on deep in my soul. I know that this pain stems from early childhood trauma, and subsequent shocks along the way, as multiple occasions arose when I had to simply move on to the next experience, with little beneath me to hold on to or to help carry me through. I have had to say goodbye too many times, to too many people, friendships, loving environments, physical things, places and types of ‘security’ that have come into my life for a time, and then departed. As a result of many of these experiences, even though I have been aware from an early age that personal growth was involved, they have left scars and these scars now define me. It is hard to move beyond what defines us, but we need to release what weighs heavily on our shoulders, in order to be free, as free as we ever can be.

When I came upon this poem recently, it seemed to fall into my life as a golden leaf of hope, and also a resolution to do what I could to be free of what was causing me pain, particularly my thoughts of loss on that day. Seeing other mentions of the term ‘letting go’, here and there since, I felt that the universe was trying to guide me, to hold me up and to help me to gently, quietly and calmly release my frightened, determined grip, and let some of those burdens go. When a child has had what matters most ripped away from them, time after time, and then experiences this into adulthood, despite maturity and wisdom in many other areas, the agony of loss becomes as nothing compared to the ache of confusion about what to keep and what to let go.

This poem spoke so deeply to my soul, as I have said, and then as if by chance I happened upon a beautiful recording of it, read by the actress Kim Wade, on YouTube. Just as the original poem’s sighting had done, this recording seemed to fall into my life as a gift. I have listened to Kim’s calm and eloquent voice reading the poem, over and over again since, and have found not only solace in the listening, but also gentle renewal of resolve to free myself as much as I can, from all that is holding me back from living my own best life.

I hope that the poem, written by Reverend Safire Rose (of Agape Ministry), will touch a place deep within you as well, and will have come into your life at a time when you might need it most. If you listen to Kim Wade peacefully reading this poem, I am sure it will be beneficial too, as a meditation exercise, or to calm, or to simply inspire, and I hope that it will bless you as much, or even more than it has blessed me.

 

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She Let Go

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

 She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.

 She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

 She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

 She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,

 without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

 She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a

 book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures.

 She just let go.

 She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

 She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

 She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

 She didn’t promise to let go.

 She didn’t journal about it.

 She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.

 She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

 She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

 She just let go.

 She didn’t analyse whether she should let go.

 She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

 She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

 She didn’t call the prayer line.

 She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

 No one was around when it happened.

 There was no applause or congratulations.

 No one thanked her or praised her.

 No one noticed a thing.

 Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

 There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

 It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

 It was what it was, and it is just that.

 In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

 A small smile came over her face.

 A light breeze blew through her.

 And the Sun and the Moon shone forevermore.

~ Safire Rose

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The poem, read beautifully by Kim Wade (of Inner Gaze Yoga), is available to listen to via YouTube at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiFXJC1wIkc

Love and light,

Holly x

On Teaching Our Children

It is all very well teaching children Academic subjects, Sex Education and how to pass Examination with perfect results …
But how about teaching them how to THRIVE in the big wide world?
How about teaching them to LOVE… themselves and others?
How about teaching them how to SAFELY and sustainably GROW food and trees and flowers, so that they can have a beautiful world – and even perhaps be free of dependence on big, greedy, soulless corporations?
How about teaching them how to create wealth in ways that are POSITIVE?
How about teaching them about MONEY, and how to MANAGE their finances?
After all, they’ll shrivel up and suffer in innumerable ways, or do untold harm to others, without these fundamental basics!
So, how about it?
How about TEACHING THEM WELL?

~ Holly

[Thoughts hastily, but pensively, penned on 18 April 2013.]

Elegantly Fading Tulips

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No matter their colour, a simple bunch of tulips is always welcome, with their quiet freshness and stunning simplicity.

A vase full of tulips never fails to delight, even as they quietly fade …

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Quite unlike many other flowers, over time tulips fade with elegance, beauty and grace, such as these lovely red ones above, whose blooms matured with ever increasing richness as they lasted on and on. Next time, I shall remove the leaves sooner, to preserve the purity of the flowers’ show!

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I was given this gorgeous bunch of pure white tulips above recently. Every day it brought me new, delighted pleasure. When the leaves had finished their green sharing, the flowers wanted to hold on to the stage … until they too began to fade … with sheer and singular beauty.

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I watched each day, as the pretty petals began to crinkle and gently recede, and the blooms became as delicate-looking as the purest snowy feathers, as silky as gossamer down, so elegant, so fine.

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When the petals gently began to drop, like the loveliest snowflakes on they shone, revealing all that existed inside the precious blooms …

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And when they came to the end of their exquisite blooming time, I snipped each faded tulip into my compost bucket, as their job was not yet done. In my heart I felt awe and gratitude and ‘thanked’ the tulips silently, for bringing so much grace and elegance into each moment …

Tulips … so special, from their exquisite freshness to their demure, divine decline.


Holly x

Children playing

As I waved goodbye to one of my children, who was setting off back down South yesterday, watching her disappear down the country road, I turned back to close our gate slowly and stopped to take in this sign pinned onto our property …

“Children playing. Keep gate closed.”

It spoke volumes to me.

How soon they are grown.
How sad that a gate must contain them.
How important that we all remember to continue to play.
How wonderful to give a child freedom to develop an imagination.
How vital the imagination becomes when they have flown.
How incredible that nowadays most will not see the countryside as it once was.
How much play has shaped the lives of those who feel the real need to care.
And I thought so much more.

The words, the moment, the whole picture …
I felt it all deep in my soul.

Holly x

Children playing. Keep gate closed.

Children playing. Keep gate closed.

 

A Tuesday in Tune

As I write this, I am listening to the hauntingly beautiful sounds of “Elevazione” by Domenico Zipoli, which I have played over and over today, its depth and beauty a perfect accompaniment to the dark and light tones of my day.

My computer keyboard wants to make music with its words, to capture at length some of what today has held. All day the words have been trying to come, in between experiences too numerous to allow me the chance to sit and fully absorb them, or write them down. I have hastily noted down little prompters as the day has progressed, whilst attending a range of tasks, and now I am trying to make some sense of them, more than just to say it has been a day filled with ‘symbolic somethings’.

There is something deeply wonderful about this tune, which I have heard many times before, but which has taken on a greater resonance for me today and has brought with it the comfort and the joy that I needed to carry me gently over the threshold of an au revoir. After a special Mother’s Day weekend together, only the eldest of my two children with me, I bade farewell to my daughter this morning, as she set off back to university. The past five years have held many such moments; many tough moments of saying goodbye to my children, or the excitement of anticipating their return with joy.  With each parting my breath catches; often the intensity of the moment clutches at my entire being, making it impossible not to cry. This music has been like the arms of angels today, although this has been one of those days when perhaps the blessing was more a beautiful gift, than an urgent need to be held through a high tide wave.

There are days and moments when the precise time to do something presents itself and today has felt that way … as if the time was ‘anointed’ and ripe to produce something of note. Why then, was I not able to stop the happenings for long enough to allow me to jot them all down in detail? Perhaps, because like a symphony, texture and tapestry is needed for the full picture to reveal itself, and it was not until the end of the day that the tale had finished being ‘told’?

It is the end of my day now and I have written as much as will be written today. Perhaps tomorrow will be when I gather the fragments and complete the picture, in order to present it in some lovely way?

And so, as I sign off having written here, but not revealed what I thought I would be saying, I share this link to the version of “Elevazione” by Domenico Zipoli, the tune I have been listening to for much of this misty British day:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx010oVbRnA .
It is a most beautiful piece of music, movingly played by a young Brazilian orchestra, Escola de Música de Brasília.  Recorded 10/09/2009.

I hope the music will move you and elevate you, at least as much as it has been blessing my Tuesday.

In harmony,
Holly x

 

 

Women’s History Month 2015

To all those Women courageous enough to stand alone, who maintain their own excellent and loving standards, who hold their heads up high, are brave enough to be truly real, and who make a positive difference to all of our lives … Happy month of recognition. This bloom is for you.

Holly x

For Women of courage, brave enough to stand alone, in order to make a difference.

For Women of courage, brave enough to stand alone, in order to make a significant difference.

Note:
“Women’s History Month is an annual declared month that highlights the contributions of women to events in history and contemporary society. It is celebrated during March in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Australia, corresponding with International Women’s Day on March 8, and during October in Canada, corresponding with the celebration of Persons Day on October 18.” – Wikipedia  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women’s_History_Month

Thoughts on a friend’s birthday

It is a special friend’s birthday today and I am thinking of her, wishing that we could see one another and celebrate her birthday together … but she is in the southern hemisphere and I am in the northern hemisphere, so I am going to content myself with sending her thoughts of happiness and strength and joy instead.

We met when we were in our second year of senior school, and quickly became firm friends. She was so much taller than me, and worked as a model during school holidays, to earn her own pocket money. Her parents had divorced, and her brave mother had brought my friend and her two siblings to a different part of the country, to start a new chapter in their lives. My beautiful new friend was drawn into my circle of friends on the first day at her new school, and she and I soon became close. We had an immediate understanding, a connection that only those who had known pain in early childhood could be a part of … it was not something that was spoken, only felt and accepted and respected. Our care for and about one another was unconditional. Our bond was a given; it did not need testing, it had its own strength, and it was inclusive of all of our mutual friends.

After school, as sometimes happens in life, we lost touch with another as new experiences took our attention in various directions… and then I hopped to another continent, and hopped to yet another some years later, and we lost each other completely. I dreamt of finding her, but no amount of searching ever reaped rewards… until a couple of years ago. I had posted a query on our senior school Old Girls’ communication board, asking if anyone knew of her whereabouts, and suddenly someone I have never met sent me my precious friend’s contact details. It was utterly unbelievable and, like many similar experiences, it brought me to my knees in gratitude. With tears flowing down my cheeks, I contacted my long-lost friend and we have remained in contact since. But we have not seen one another in over thirty years, and I so long to knock on her door and give her a hug … with an armful of flowers … today.

Like me, my beautiful friend has had to find her own way through life, face certain unusual and exceptional trials and, as when we first met, few words are needed to explain any of it to one another … we simply ‘hold each other’s hand’ and remind each other of the strength and beauty that is inside.

As I think of you on your birthday, my beautiful ‘Fifty Something’ childhood friend, I send you love and I wish you the joy and happiness that you have always deserved, with the peace that comes from being completely safe, utterly cherished and exceedingly well … I hope with all of my heart that you are.

Here’s to a happy, Happy Birthday … Clink!

A stunning, double white tulip, symbolic to me of elegance, purity and strength.

A stunning, double white tulip, symbolic to me of elegance, purity and strength.

With my love,
Holly x