Reading this rich offering whilst having breakfast on what is likely to be our last, hot day here in Melbourne, Australia.
I often sit and just listen to the world going by. We have a colony of large bats screeching not too far from us. There is traffic in the distance. The radio. Local birds. My own thoughts. The dishwasher and the ongoing, all-pervading sound that is silence.
Thank you for this reminder.
Happy birthday to the deepening memories and ever present connection to you brother. Yay for the return of normalcy and health. And for meeting all that arises.
Loving your posts Mary. I often spend quiet time just listening to the sweet Spring song 🎵 of the birds, hearing a gentle rustle of a gentle breeze through the trees. The caw of the crows, the gentle coos of the collared dives, they feed my soul.
I am sorry to read of your brothers loss, that's a lot to deal with, but your post takes us gently through your path Of grief . It must be such a comfort to be aware of your brothers presence.
It must feel like he is always with you, maybe guiding you, taking care of you in his own way.
You are such a creative family which must be a source of healing , am outlet in which to express your feelings, emotions.
Thank you Mary.
I.look forward to reading your weekly offerings which give me plenty to reflect on.
Reading this rich offering whilst having breakfast on what is likely to be our last, hot day here in Melbourne, Australia.
I often sit and just listen to the world going by. We have a colony of large bats screeching not too far from us. There is traffic in the distance. The radio. Local birds. My own thoughts. The dishwasher and the ongoing, all-pervading sound that is silence.
Thank you for this reminder.
Happy birthday to the deepening memories and ever present connection to you brother. Yay for the return of normalcy and health. And for meeting all that arises.
Big love, friend xxx
Loving your posts Mary. I often spend quiet time just listening to the sweet Spring song 🎵 of the birds, hearing a gentle rustle of a gentle breeze through the trees. The caw of the crows, the gentle coos of the collared dives, they feed my soul.
I am sorry to read of your brothers loss, that's a lot to deal with, but your post takes us gently through your path Of grief . It must be such a comfort to be aware of your brothers presence.
It must feel like he is always with you, maybe guiding you, taking care of you in his own way.
You are such a creative family which must be a source of healing , am outlet in which to express your feelings, emotions.
Thank you Mary.
I.look forward to reading your weekly offerings which give me plenty to reflect on.
Many blessings, prayers love and peace 🙏 💖 🌟