Only from the
heart can you touch the sky ~ Rumi
A different celebration
of my Boys of May this year. The Covid-19 stay-at-home orders are keeping us
apart, no physical sharing of the must have Carvel “Birthday Cake” today.
Postponed for a bit and serving up memories and introspection instead. Visited
Matty’s sacred space in our backyard this morning where some of his ashes have
been strewn over the graves of his beloved pups. It was as it he cleared a path
through the woods for my walk down memory lane. I’m usually greeted by fallen
branches, brush that needs to be reigned in to get through, and a seasonal stream
that demands navigation. This morning, I walked on a carpet of leaves accompanied
by nothing other than the voiceless sounds of nature. The leaves felt soft and
luxurious and gave way to a slight sinking into feeling with every step.
Sinking into—that feeling when my mind joins my heartspace. I was sinking into
the years of love our family has given and received to and from each other and this
backyard woodland. The yellow-green color of spring leaves, the rustling
whispers or their roar before a storm. The shade and coolness inviting us to
sit in silence when we needed a close by get-away. The imagination allowed to
run wild with the wonderings of the story held by the ancient stone wall. The mosquitoes,
black flies and no-see-ums must have been given a directive as they were
nowhere to be seen.
I spent some time clearing the
stones and when the past rushed in and left through my eyes, my heart gave me a
squeeze for the unanticipated moment of emotion. I thought about how pain and
joy cross through each other and with a sigh, turned around to head back to the
house. I was stopped in my tracks by two trees, growing side by side—I looked
up and saw symbols of you two—my boys, together, shoulder to shoulder sharing a
conversation meant only for your ears and hearts. My view was framed by the
sun shining through your canopies—my Sonshines, my boys of May deeply rooted
in Love, growing toward the Light, inseparable, filling my heart with the
fullness granted to me on your birth days.
The year 2020 may have ushered
in a different feel in the atmosphere . . . but not in our hearts. Love lives.
Happy Birthdays Jason & Matty.
Love forevermore my Geminis `.
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