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Flowers for Those Who Care

Blog Photo - Flowers for Sister Yellow Lily

Blessed are the Caregivers

Who love and tend us in rough times.

Pay attention to the Caregivers

They give much to others, but who takes care of them?

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Blessed are the Cared

Tended and loved by the Caregivers.

We would be lost without them

And their great faith that we will heal.

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Comes a day, unexpected,

When the Caregiver becomes the Cared

And the Cared becomes Caregiver

Two grateful souls reflected in each other.

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Dedicated to our friends David and Sandra, and to Natalie Scarberry, whose inspirational blog tends her readers’ spirits. You’re all in my prayers. 

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EVERYDAY GLORY – Part 2

*PHOTOS BY HAMLIN GRANGE*

Before the car accident, I was busy leading the big projects, travelling here and there.  Running around trying to change the world can make a person miss the beauty of “ordinary” things.

Injuries and pain are indescribably worse.   You finally have time to see, but barely have the energy to look.

But – oh – it’s worth the effort!

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To  see one’s surroundings with new and grateful eyes.  

To take joy in the small moments.

To be open to small patches of everyday glory. 

"Snow Cones" on Spruce Branch - Photo by Hamlin Grange
“Snow Cones” on Spruce Branch

Snow on evergreens. The first snow makes the garden beautiful, day and night.

The late sun. Late afternoon sunlight shining on wood floors is magical. And when the late sun hits the wavy glass sidelights in the front door of our old farmhouse, it’s wondrous.

Sunshine on Hardwood

My husband’s truant socks. He has tons of single socks and we spend time searching for their matches.I used to get irritated by this.  Or by newspapers strewn across the breakfast table. (Or his overlooking my small attempts to ‘cheer up’ our house.)

Now, I call them “signs of life”.  And I give thanks for having someone kind, funny and loving to share my everyday life with. (And I try to assemble the newspapers without muttering.)

Freshly washed sheets.  There’s luxury in the smell and feel of freshly washed cotton sheets although they’ve been used and washed many times.

Canadian Wool Blanket

The old wool blanket. “Canadiana”, for sure, it would be worth something, unstained. Do I care about the stain? No.  I love this blanket for its brilliant stripes – and for having survived decades of use.

Blooming Amaryllis. Bought for 6 bucks,  it re-blooms (big red blooms) on long stalks each winter. ‘Nuff said.

Our family’s big mixing bowl.  Many apple pies have been mixed up in that beautiful old bowl.

Blog Photo - Kitchen Pies on Table

My daughter’s dogs.  Sometimes, just the sight of them gladdens my heart. One brownish-black, one white, they’re both tiny dogs with personalities of their own. As I write, they’re stretched out beside me,  fast asleep.

Julius and Dawson Fast Asleep
The Pooches

Slowing down  by choice is great. Being forced to do so is awful.

But in the spirit of lighting a candle and finding my way out of darkness, I’ve been focusing on positives.

And keeping both eyes open for the everyday kind of glory.

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This post is dedicated to the caring staff at the pain management centre of Toronto Rehabilitation Hospital. One of the techniques they teach their patients is mindfulness.

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NO WORDS

There are no words.

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One speaks to God in frightened silence

Broken only by jagged breath.

One reaches for faith

And reaches again.

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Before faith,  the lurch in the belly.

The gasp from the chest.

The hurt in the heart.

And sighs too deep for words.

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Shock. Denial.  Floundering.

The waves of fear, threatening to drown.

We must not drown.

We search for a fixed point.

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The heart glimpses the rock

Rising up from the water.

The rock shines with promise.

Strong, fixed and charcoal-dark.

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The deep water swirls and obscures

So confident in its massive power.

It carries threats of death and echoes of loss.

And loud whispers of nevermore.

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Quick now: shut it out.

Do not give it the power it craves.

Focus instead on the fixed point.

Look again and find the rock.

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There are no words.

I speak to God in silence and jagged breath.

My arms thrash, thrash and thrash

And touch solid stone.

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I hold on, hold on

Fight to hold on to its solid-ness

The waves of fear, and drowning waters

Are all around.

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One thrashes and fights

And struggles with all one’s might.

And speaks to God, in silence and jagged breath:

Let my beloved live.

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Let him live.

Let us get to the hospital in time.

Let the doctors and nurses know what to do.

Please let my beloved live.

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Sad News

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By Cynthia Reyes, 2014 (c)

 

The news evokes sheer disbelief

The loss is cast in stark relief

Like etching on a granite stone

For one you dearly love, now gone

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How can it be that one who walked

Just weeks ago and laughed and talked

Will not be coming through that door

But gone from us for evermore?

You turn away in full denial

You shun today, your day of trial

“He was too young”, friends cry aloud

“Too young, too young, for burial shroud”

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And friends, they try to find the words

To comfort you, turn you towards

The wise thoughts that will make you strong

But this whole time just seems so wrong

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The memories, they make you weep

And yet these memories will keep

The links and ties of love so dear

With one who always was so near

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“Forget me not”, you want to say

“For I’ll remember every day

The love and times we fondly shared

The great adventures that we dared

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“And though you’re gone beyond my reach

I’ll not forget that you did teach

That life will not be always sad

But brings us both the good and bad.

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“Thank you for lessons such as this

And though your presence I shall miss

I’ll feel your kiss upon the air

And hear your voice as if you’re near

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“And in the garden smell your scent

And know that you were heaven-lent

-To those who needed you so much –

And smile at your sweet angel touch.”

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Dedicated to friends who have recently lost loves ones.

Photo by Hamlin Grange
Photos by Hamlin Grange