Wise and beautifully written!
I took a brief hiatus from my blogging this week. 2017 has come in with a crashing of symbols and disharmony and, quite frankly, I’m ready to start over fresh.
Over the weekend, I got a text from my dad. My brother was in the hospital. And he’s fine now and aside from Donald Trump, my life is slowly falling back into place. But ironing out the kinks is proving to be tougher than I thought. The wrinkles are determined. I’m struggling, because this year has been an odd juxtaposition from the start; ripe with little moments of beauty tucked within the fluttering pages of my life’s manuscript, which closely resembles the screenplay for a series of unfortunate events.
And so I reflect back on this weekend. On my brother, lying in the hospital bed, tucked into an oversized, paper thin gown, his face sallow and tired, his chest wracked…
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A thoughtful comment on the way our lives unfold. We could all do with knocking on the door of the lonely man forgotten and forgetting – there are many people like that and not all of them are in hospitals either!
Indeed. There are many among us. Even a smile as we pass can make a difference.
Thank you for this. Wise, real and compassionate. We all need this kind of story and more of it. Blessings to you.
Thank you, Carrie. Blessings returned!
Very wise indeed Eliza, thank you for Sharing.
My pleasure. 🙂
You and I are on the same wavelength. You will appreciate my next post, Pass the Baton. Thank you for this.
Glad you enjoyed it!
The knock on the hospital room door and the quiet visit with a “stranger”– such a gift. Such a lesson! Thanks for passing it on.
You’re welcome, Albert. My pleasure.
Thank you for sharing Shayleen’s post Eliza, its all too easy to get bogged down in one’s own life.
True that is, my pleasure, Julie.