Of-Peace and Bless Us All

Life is full of sweet suprises, everyday is a gift.
The sun comes up and I feel it lift my spirit. Fills me up with laughter, fills me up with song. I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong.

Bless us all, who gather here. The loving family I hold dear. No place on earth, compares with home and every path will bring me back from where I roam. Bless us all, that as we live, we always comfort and forgive. We have so much, that we can share, with those in need we see around us everywhere.

Let us love each other. Lead us to the light. Let us hear the voice of reason, singing in the night. Let us run from anger and catch us when we fall. Teach us in our dreams and please, yes please, Bless us one and all.

Bless us all with playful years. With noisy games and joyful tears. We reach for you and we stand tall and in our prayers and dreams we ask you, bless us all.

Love - Spirit - Peace

It's in the singing of a street corner choir,
It's going home and getting warm by the fire,
it's true,
wherever you find love
it feels like Christmas....

A cup of kindness that we share with another,
a sweet reunion with a friend or a brother,
in all the places you find love,
it feels like Christmas....

It is the season of the heart,
a special time for caring,
the ways of love made clear....

It is the season of the spirit,
the message if we hear it,
is make it last all year....

It's in the giving of a gift to another,
a pair of mittens that were made by your Mother,
it's all the ways that we show love,
that feels like Christmas....

A part of childhood we'll always remember,
it is the summer of the soul in December,
yes, when you do your best for love,
it feels like Christmas....

It is the season of the heart,
a special time of caring,
the ways of love made clear....

It is the season of the spirit,
the message if we hear it,
is make it last all year....

It feels like Christmas....
It feels like Christmas....
It feels like Christmas....
It feels like Christmas....

Birthday Chica!

"She is the best friend that has an endless depth of honesty. Her abounding level of forgiveness, I never need challenge. She exemplifies my certain way of being on this beautiful planet.

She is the best friend that shares in the unspoken and understanding of commitment. She has accepted me with all my unlimited amount of baggage. It is her power of healing that keeps me valid and of self worth.

She can sense the presence of dark storm clouds moving in over my head. It is the extending of her precious and most peaceful hands that can carry me back home.

She can fulfill me beyond my own fulfillment. She always brings such cool refreshment to my body and to my spirit.

She is part of the cycle of true friendship that truly provides me as a worth while discovery to begin.

Best friends can be of a small few or they can be of many but, it is she and her simpleness of her intensity of love and prayer, that has been a constant in my life and I am humbly blessed."

This was taken from a page in a "Girlfriends" slumber party booklet, that Carol, Char, and I put together, as a token of remembering the night of us all being girlfriends and what they mean to me. I had discovered this passage somewhere that escapes me now. I know that it has stuck with me ever since. I love the arrangement of the words written and how they still make my heart beat.

My Carol is a gift to me. I really do not believe that I have been worthy enough, valid enough, have given to others enough, been sinless enough, prayed enough, or anything else, to not be questioning her existence in my life/heart or especially as to why she stays.

I believed I had lost her so long ago for reasons that I am still uneven about. Yet, with kindness and strength, she endures my insecurity. I have adored her since the time I saw her smile and heard her infectious laugh. Her sense of humor is beyond compare. She has shown me what true "love of family" is. I know she disagrees.

Happy Birthday Chica...Ya-ya.....Carolyn......Carol.......I adore you....I love you like a crazy women......I am so grateful to God that I sat at an outside table, in the front of Starbucks one beautiful afternoon. Waiting on my Ruthie and looking out across the way, an empty parking space becomes filled with a maroon Tahoe. I spy this familiar and beautiful face again. Do I trust that it is you? Again, gratefulness washes over me and I embrace the friend I thought I had lost and I engage your heart to be intertwined with mine.

N-Peace