What Mrs Horn did to you back then was not OK. Actions like that are so incredibly stifling to children's potential and, unfortunately, can have such a lasting impact. She was not behaving as a true teacher. In that moment, she was a robber... attempting to steal your genius (likely shielding her own shame and low self-worth by thrusting you into the shame spotlight). But I'm so glad she failed in her theft. You've still got your gift because -of course- she couldn't truly take it. It's yours for life. I think it's wonderful you've come back to writing and are using your words to express yourself. Keep going. Your shine is welcome, brilliant, and needed! The sun needs all its rays to be so bright!
Thank you, my sweet friend. I cherish the time you spend with me on this newsletter page and in my mind. I know you are busy and have a life but it brings me great joy to see you have taken the time – the time to leave me a comment. Thank you for your encouragement, understanding, and compassion. You have such a big heart – and I feel you. I take you in- and I feel you. You wake me from my sleep – and I feel you. So deeply. Bless you, my friend. You are helping me make it through this darkness, this pain. There was a time that I would ask God to “just take me home!” I mean, what is there to live for – what is there left to do? I’m old now, It’s not like I have a lot to live for – death?! Waiting to die – is a life’s sentence. I came to the conclusion - suffer of serve – it’s a choice I have to make every day. And I’m humbled and moved by the enormity of it.
I know there is a place
A place that we meet
And the beauty there is overwhelming
Love fills the air
The sound of birds everywhere- (must be the angels singing)
Thank you, my sweet friend. I love you! 💖❣😘 I send you sweet tidings on this Valentine’s Day. I’m hoping you are spending it with your love ones! And you are eating more sweet endings than you can possibly bear! – chocolate, cheesecake and the like! I cherish the fact that you spend time with me. I appreciate you taking time to make your comments. It encourages me. (I’m not sure if that is a “good thing” yet) BUT, It’s where I’m at, and I embrace that. And your promptings bring back memories of a little sweet doggie I had. Although she wasn’t as light as your dandelion seed, she did have long white hair - I once had a wee little doggie, when I was married to “Mike”, to help with my loneliness, an 8 pound stick of pure dyno-mite! A Maltese – she could fit in your sleeve! The runt of the litter with only one eye, I named her “Judy Cupcake!” I called her “Puppy” – her nickname. She was my side kick, and I would tuck her in my arms, my baby, my sweet baby, I miss you. Sweet little Judy Cupcake!
Have a wonderful day, my friend! Thanks for all you do!💖❣
Wow, Joy. What a poem and post.
What Mrs Horn did to you back then was not OK. Actions like that are so incredibly stifling to children's potential and, unfortunately, can have such a lasting impact. She was not behaving as a true teacher. In that moment, she was a robber... attempting to steal your genius (likely shielding her own shame and low self-worth by thrusting you into the shame spotlight). But I'm so glad she failed in her theft. You've still got your gift because -of course- she couldn't truly take it. It's yours for life. I think it's wonderful you've come back to writing and are using your words to express yourself. Keep going. Your shine is welcome, brilliant, and needed! The sun needs all its rays to be so bright!
Thank you, my sweet friend. I cherish the time you spend with me on this newsletter page and in my mind. I know you are busy and have a life but it brings me great joy to see you have taken the time – the time to leave me a comment. Thank you for your encouragement, understanding, and compassion. You have such a big heart – and I feel you. I take you in- and I feel you. You wake me from my sleep – and I feel you. So deeply. Bless you, my friend. You are helping me make it through this darkness, this pain. There was a time that I would ask God to “just take me home!” I mean, what is there to live for – what is there left to do? I’m old now, It’s not like I have a lot to live for – death?! Waiting to die – is a life’s sentence. I came to the conclusion - suffer of serve – it’s a choice I have to make every day. And I’m humbled and moved by the enormity of it.
I know there is a place
A place that we meet
And the beauty there is overwhelming
Love fills the air
The sound of birds everywhere- (must be the angels singing)
The connection - so sweet and yet fleeting
Your miles away
But yet- you’re here by my side
Can’t you hear my heart beating?
The thunderous pounding
Is so astounding
This meeting place
I’ve made in my mind.
And although I’m old enough to be your mother
You treat me ever so kind
But somehow,
you don’t feel like a son.
Wasn’t I just talking about sunning?
Namaste, my love,
on this
Valentine’s Day.
Thank you, my sweet friend. I love you! 💖❣😘 I send you sweet tidings on this Valentine’s Day. I’m hoping you are spending it with your love ones! And you are eating more sweet endings than you can possibly bear! – chocolate, cheesecake and the like! I cherish the fact that you spend time with me. I appreciate you taking time to make your comments. It encourages me. (I’m not sure if that is a “good thing” yet) BUT, It’s where I’m at, and I embrace that. And your promptings bring back memories of a little sweet doggie I had. Although she wasn’t as light as your dandelion seed, she did have long white hair - I once had a wee little doggie, when I was married to “Mike”, to help with my loneliness, an 8 pound stick of pure dyno-mite! A Maltese – she could fit in your sleeve! The runt of the litter with only one eye, I named her “Judy Cupcake!” I called her “Puppy” – her nickname. She was my side kick, and I would tuck her in my arms, my baby, my sweet baby, I miss you. Sweet little Judy Cupcake!
Have a wonderful day, my friend! Thanks for all you do!💖❣