Small flowers of joy will smile at us unexpectedly
when we climb the steep and rocky paths
of our life with open hearts and eyes -
We recognize gratefully, and with awe,
that between these bare rocks, far away
from any spring, and exposed to harsh winds
God does provide a crumb of soil
to allow these flowers to bloom.
German Poem - Author Unknown
If we look ahead we always say we cannot make it, but you get there and you do handle it. And when you have been there a long time you are able to offer that help to someone else.
Nancy McLean
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us...
And as we let our light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
Nelson Mandela
The following two poems were written by Ann Navan from Long Island,
an IBM patient who died in 2005.
TOUCHING
Touching is not easy now. No, not as simple
as when we could casually reach out and touch and be touched
without planning, without thought.
In the past, standing strong upon our legs, we never had to think
of how we moved near another or how they moved near us.
our balance was fine, our muscles strong.
But as arms and legs weakened we began to freeze
with fear and caution when people drew near,
afraid we might unbalance, fall over, be hurt.
We could no longer reach out with strength and grip another into our embrace. We lost abilities most healthy folks don’t even think about...
I know I never did.
Without worry or plan I would lift a hand in a greeting
wave hello, shake hands, offer a kiss, a squeeze.
A romantic embrace, give a great big hug.
Grab a child as they ran by, make soothing circles on a baby’s back.
Scratch behind a puppy’s ear and so much more.
I could touch and hold and hug with ease.
Now what happens is planned, cautious, careful,
difficult , sometimes impossible.
The freedom of touching known before illness came is gone.
Ann Navan/IBM
LOST AND FOUND
What has happened? Where have I gone?
Where is the wife, the grandma,
The mother, the lover?
Not here.
Nothing now as it was,
Nothing now as I wished it would be.
Lost...the wifely routines of homemaking.
Lost...the partner of pleasure and intimacy.
Lost...the mother my three children knew.
Lost...the grandma I thought I would be.
I am lost. What is left of me?
Love that I give.
Love that I receive.
Love from...
Love to...
My husband, love of my life, my caregiver and best friend,
My sons and my gained daughters, parents of my grandbabies,
My grandsons and my granddaughters, givers of hugs and kisses,
Each one making life beautiful, happy, rewarding, complete.
I am gone as I was,
Here as I am,
Loved,
Loving,
Mostly content.
Ann Navan/IBM
Attitude
There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. “Well” she said, “I think I’ll braid my hair today.”
So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.” Hmmm,” she said, “ I think I’ll part my hair down the middle today.” So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. “ Well,” she said “today I’m going to wear my hair in a pony tail.” So she did and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn’t a single hair on her head. “Yeah!” she exclaimed. “ I don’t have to fix my hair today!”
Attitude is everything.
Unknown
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things.
Phil. 4:8
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31
One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and if possible, speak a few reasonable words.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
Plato
A Daily Reflection:
I vow to remember that today is a new day
Full of new beginnings and fresh moments.
Today, I will not cling to events of yesterday nor yesteryear
But stay connected with what today brings.
I will not madly pursue my desires at the expense of others
Nor flee from challenging tasks.
I will remain true to the unfolding process of today
Without losing myself in thoughts of what was or what might be.
I will treat today with awareness and sensitivity
Even in the most ordinary tasks.
I will apply myself wholeheartedly to the fullness of today
For I know that today holds the resource for authenticity.
Anonymous
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.
Antoine de St. Exupery
Lux et umbra vicissum, sed semper amor.
(Light and shadow by turn, but love always)
Unknown
I was sad because I did not own any shoes,
Then I saw a man who did not have any feet.
African Aphorism
It is good to have a past that is pleasant to reflect upon. Take care to create such a gift for your future.
Mattie Stepanek
You give little when you give of your possessions.
It’s when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Kahlil Gibran
Look to this day, for it is life, the very life of life;
In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existence;
The bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day….
Sanskrit
Illness demands that you turn inward and become conscious of yourself.
Unknown
To let go is not to deny, but to accept,
To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future,
To let go is to fear less and to love more.
Unknown
CLOSE THE DOOR WHEN YOU LEAVE
thoughts on depression
I never asked you to visit …at least I don’t believe I did, may be, … I don’t know, it is so confusing.
At any rate you are a rude guest. You take my energy, rob my sleep and with a stick you swirl and distort my dreams.
All right, you are here … for now, but understand there are two places that are forever off limits
You may not tread on my spirit, you may not occupy my soul.
I have heard of your visits to others, I know the damage you leave in your path. The wanton disregard for innocence, value and what some would call fairness.
Also I hear that laughter confuses you, that good food makes you feel bad and that nothing causes you more distress that an autumn sunset, the forever blue of a summer sky or the unconditional radiance of a child’s smile…….
Listen and understand you might pilfer my closets, empty all the drawers, and trash my house but there are two places forever off limits.
You may not tread on my spirit and may not occupy my soul.
Do not mistake my nausea, weakness and pain as signs of your victory. They are simply small dents in the armor I wear to fight you. Instead look deeply into my eyes. They will once again remind you that there are two places forever off limits:
You must not … may not … will not tread on my spirit.
You must not … may not … will not occupy my soul!
Anonymous
The secret in life is not in what happens to you, but what YOU DO with what happens to you.
You have no control over the cards that life deals you, but you control how you play these cards.
Unknown
THE CRACKED POT
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of a long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For two full years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and one half pots of water.
Of course the perfect pot was proud of it’s accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections, and miserable because it could do only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house”. The old woman smiled, “ Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I’ve always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I’ve been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace this house.
Unknown
We can do no great things: only small things with great love.
Mother Theresa
I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.
Franklin P. Adams
SHATTERED GLASS
My art studio is a mess of half –chewed pastel pencils, old tubes of paint and piles of illustrations overflowing my file drawers. Recently, while cleaning up, I discovered some broken glass on the counter by the window. I also discovered that when sunlight struck the shattered glass, brilliant, colorful rays scattered everywhere.
Shattered glass is full of a thousand different angles, each one picking up a ray of light and shooting it off in a thousand directions. That does not happen with plain glass, such as a jar. The glass must be broken into many pieces.
What’s true of shattered glass is true of a broken life. Shattered dreams. A heart full of fissures. Hopes that are splintered. A life in pieces that appears to be ruined. But given time and prayer, such a person’s life can shine more brightly than if the brokenness had never happened. When the light of the Lord Jesus falls upon a shattered life, that believer’s hopes can be brightened.
Only our great God can reach down into what otherwise would be brokenness and produce something beautiful. With him, nothing is wasted. Every broken dream and heart that hurts can be redeemed by his loving, warm touch. Your life may be shattered by sorrow, pain or sin, but God has in mind a kaleidoscope through which his light can shine more brilliantly.
Joni Eareckson Tada
Our eagerness to throw ourselves into God’s arms is usually so well controlled that we wouldn’t get there very fast unless he snatched us up himself.
Louis Evely
Disease brings us to our knees to give us a different view on life and what is really important.
Patch Adams
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
Tecumseh – Shawnee
In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and it often comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better, but this is not true. You are sure to be happy again. Knowing this, truly believing it, will make you less miserable now. I have had enough experience to make this statement.
Abraham Lincoln
PREPARE FOR THE UNEXPECTED
One day as he was driving through the city, he came to the edge of the world and fell off. His first thought, as he fell, was that all those people in olden times who believed the world was square, might have been right after all.
Then he thought about his hopes and dreams – all the people he loved, his dog and all the things he wanted to do. But the fact was he was falling and falling fast – no time for thought of the future. What could he do? Then he heard a voice say: PRAY! So he did. He prayed. He said: Dear God, if possible, please let me land in a soft place.
Stine
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of reward.
May there be peace within you today.
May you trust your highest power
That you are exactly where you are meant to be…
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are borne of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have receive and pass on the love
that has been given to you …
May you be content knowing that you are a child of God.
Let His presence settle into your bones and allow
your soul the freedom to sing and dance.
It is there for each and every one of you.
St. Theresa
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