As I sat by my window I heard bird chirping coming from outside. I looked out the window and saw a bird fly by. I extended my right hand and the bird flew to me. It then sang the most beautiful of songs.
I wondered why the beautiful bird sang alone. As I held the small bird in my hands I noticed it was wounded. Poor little bird was bleeding on the area below its right wing. My heart raced and I became sad. For some reason I really cared for the bird.
The bird then took flight but faithfully returned everyday and sang its melody to me. I can’t begin to tell you the elation I felt. I was invisible in the world and it all changed the moment the bird came to me. I was no longer invisible! I was special! I was loved!
But one day the bird didn’t come. I missed it so much. Where did it go? What had I done wrong? As I wondered, a thought came to mind. His wound had healed and now it did sing among the other birds. I extended my arm out the window praying it would come to me like before but the bird just flew right by. I felt pain in my chest, and put my head down and I cried.
Three days later I heard chirping coming from outside. I ran to the window and saw that my beautiful bird chirped the loudest among the others. The melody was directed towards me and I was ecstatic. With utmost excitement I extended my right hand but once again the bird didn’t fly to me. I was sad but I smiled because at that moment I realized how much he loved me too.
Hugs from Brooklyn
This entry is placed in dedication to Anaya Ruiz age 11 for requesting something she could read. This story is about love and purity. Sometimes the love is there but we can’t be with those we love. Anyone have a story to share? I love to write but I also love to read.
Standing at the door not knowing whether to stay or go. I loved you once but now I just don’t know. Sometimes I want to walk out but I stop and think of all we’ve been through. The laughter echoes while tears fall upon my face. I can’t shake the pain. Now there’s only disdain.
Should I assuage myself by pretending it never occurred? Could I remain at bay when your gusts of inconsistencies bludgeoned my hull and my rudders? I’m so lost I shudder.
Yet here I stand with each foot juxtaposed before the door. I long for peace and happiness that comes from being apart. I’m frightened to go and frightened to stay. Is it possible any other way? Is it?
When I’m in a slumber I dream of running outside and bursting into laughter. That would bring me great joy. Do I dare do it? Is this a game? Am I the toy? What to employ?
I realize I must make a choice to leave or stay. This causes such dismay! I have been yelling for you to go but it is I that must decide. The more I knew you the less I knew myself! My soul has left and I must follow.
Hugs from Brooklyn
I am happy to state that my divorce was amicable. I love his new wife and son. My ex-mother-in-law never stopped loving me. We always kept in contact and despite having advanced Alzheimers she would sometimes share lucid moments with me. She recently passed on and I miss her. My ex-father in law always would call to check on me. He was such a funny guy and he passed on various years before his wife. I will write a blog just about them in the future.
Ever since you were growing in my womb I have felt a close bond with you. I never felt prepared to be your mom but God must have felt different. He sent me you.
From the moment I saw your little face I knew you were my salvation.
God knew my soul needed healing. What a feeling to hold you in my arms!
You have always been my most precious and beloved. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do to always see a smile upon your face. I never like to see you hurting. I’m momma bear and hear me roar to always protect you. I love you. You are blessed with compassion among many other gifts.
I cry alone and five hours later you just hug me. You tell me it’s going to be okay. When I’m at work and I’m worried about a patient case you call me. You remind me to trust my instincts and knowledge.. How is that possible? You just get me. You just know. We are close.
You are my wonderful traveling partner, my silly and sometimes messy housemate, my budding actress, my stellar student, my Netflix/Hulu companion, my twin goof-ball and most important of all my gift from God. I may be a doctor but nothing and I mean nothing in this universe makes me more proud than being called your mother. You are my daughter and I adore you!!
I miss you and I just left you at school but a few days ago. Senior year of college is going to be so magical! The best is yet to come! I’m so proud of you and all you have accomplished this far. Keep smiling!! I love you my beautiful daughter.
Hugs from Brooklyn
I place this letter as my blog today to share with the world how much I love and appreciate my 21-year-old daughter. If you have a college age child go ahead and tell them today how much you love and appreciate them. Don’t wait till it is too late. Remember children grow up and become adults. They soon leave home and they might never return if they feel hurt and unloved by you their parents. With this I truly sign off. May your days be blessed.
I’m sitting in the park during my lunch break just in awe with the beauty of this moment. I see some children playing and I appreciate their laughter. I can sense their energy and it lifts me up higher than where I already am.
The breeze on my face feels like the soft touch of a baby’s hand. The trees stand strong as their branches wave hello to me. They are alive just like me. Breathing…
I smell the flowers and feel the power of their beauty connect with mine. I am fine and perfect despite imperfections that others may see. I hear the birds chirping and the sounds of the water sprinkler as they dance among the gravel floor.
I am alive! I am me! It sounds like a symphony. I am happy! I am blessed! Thank you universe thank you.
I tried to love you but you were hardly ever in the now. You were either living in the past being tormented or worried about the future. You tried to change me so you could feel more at ease with the lack of yourself. You called me stubborn, conceited and said I was full of myself.
I will never change because I love myself. I truly love myself. That will never change. My attributes of greatness are mine and my inadequacies are mine too. I love them both because they are a part of me.
I tried to love you but how could I? You don’t even like yourself. All the love I gave you was met with so much resistance. It bounced right back onto me.
Yes you were right! I do love myself more and that will never change!
Look at this beauty! It’s the Aurora Borealis. The sad thing is that it is speculated to lessen in brightness and occurrence due to less sunlight . I think the collective negative energy in our world is trying to win out.
Did you every stop to wonder why in recent years there has been an influx of information regarding enlightenment? The Secret, the Power and so many other books , podcasts and videos have been made. If you read them are you practicing them?
It is our obligation to elevate ourselves to do more than just take up space in this universe. We each have been given a gift and we must share it with the world. We need to love and be loved. We need to forgive others and ourselves. We need to stop focusing on the negative and turn our hearts to the greatness that is being alive. We need to see the world as we did when we first opened our eyes at birth! Everything should be a wonder! All we see, hear, touch, feel and speak should be with amazement! We are alive!!!
This beautiful collection of colors is present today despite all the terrible occurrences in our universe. But how long can it hold on? Will you be the Dr. Strange of your own life and fight against the Darkness aka collective negative energy that is trying to take over our world? Are you okay with the Aurora Borealis lessening and perhaps one day being gone? Perhaps it is time to be your own superhero.
In the words of the beloved Michael Jackson — make that change! It’s just you with that person in the mirror! Don’t let that be your hindrance.
In the words of the Roman poet Horace- CARPE DIEM!!