Something I just have to write.
To the people who have shared air with me, laughed, cried, been friends, been family, been iron against my iron. To the ones I’ve hurt, to the ones who have hurt me, to the ones who have given and given, to those who were enemies, to those who cut deeply, to those who offered their cupped hands filled with water, to those who gave sustenance, I want to tell you this:
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I wish you nothing but good. The good that sustains you and is something you can lean against, like the tallest, thickest tree. The kind of good that feeds you when you can’t feed yourself. I wish you good.
I wish you kindness, the kindness that sends you a loving glance rather than a reproachful one. Someone to kiss your forehead when you are tired, and then to kiss you on that one spot on your cheekbone just because. I want someone to put their hands on either side of your face and tell you that you are so, so beautiful. That they will never leave you.
I wish you puddles of sunlight on wooden floors. Thick rugs. Tea or coffee with friends, or just by yourself, with a book, maybe a crossword puzzle. I wish you afghans to keep you warm, down comforters on the coldest days, hot water for your tired feet. I wish you calm and peace.
I wish you a clean home at the end of the day, firelight in deep winter, fields of flowers in the summer. I wish you wildness, the tangle of the ocean, hot sand and craggy rock formations. I wish you singing. I wish you dancing. I want to see laughter in your eyes, I want to think of you smiling.
I wish you small children who will pat your arm and smile up at you, or hug your knees really hard, grown children who will lean over you and kiss your head. I wish you warm rain that you can wade through with soaking clothes, I wish you flowering cacti in your deserts.
I pray that the good will keep you. That you will be safe in the midst of danger. That you are taller than you were yesterday, even if you are a bit scarred. I pray that your dark places are not lonely, that you feel sheltered, not stifled, that your legs will be strong from running. I pray that your tears are not bitter, that your heart is always soothed.
I wish you courage. I wish you home.
(A couple of people have commented that although this was not for them, they were encouraged. If you are reading this, it is for you. That’s all.)
17 comments
That was so wonderfully put, and it sounds so much like our Father in Heaven! May I say the same for you – that you too would have all those things thatw you’ve written about.
What a beautiful, heartfelt post.
I wish the same for you.
I’ve been reading your blog for a couple of months. I don’t actually remember how I came across it, truthfully. But, I’ve enjoyed the “feel” of this place. I realize that this post was not meant for me, as you don’t know me from adam, but it touched my heart in ways you will never know. Thank you for sharing a bit of your life with the world.
Thanks Rae. Clearly not meant for the general masses (although maybe it was), this filled me back up. I didn’t know that I needed to read it until I did.
Rae, that was so beautiful. What positive loving words to send out into the universe.
And this is just one of the many reasons why I consider the times I did share air with you privileged.
Love and the essence of this vast and magnificent blessing back at you and yours.
Thank you!
It’s hard to find words after something so eloquent.
Thank you – I wish all those things for your and yours – they are beautiful thoughts and images.
I second what black bird said my thoughts were flowing through his as i read on,
i am so lost for words, but need to tell you I think that you are a real angel, with wings so grand, and a heart so open for love to flow it just melts those around you
I respect and luv you for the truth that you are
it is no question that God has sent you to share his blessings of love and warmth,
i feel honoured to share your space here…
namaste dear one
I wonder if I might use your prayer in a sermon, of course giving credit?
Thanks,
Lia
Thank you for such a warm and thoughtful word hug – I’ll take it!…And right back at you!
God has blessed you with a wonderful gift, my sister. Keep using it for His glory.
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this is absolutely beautiful. I hope you don’t mind if I share it with a friend. I think it will touch him deeply.
Probably one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. Sooooooooooo beautiful, I will just have to point people directly over to this blog post from mine. I can’t stop reading your posts. they are so inspiring and fantastic. Thank you for putting these words out there….
Hi Journey mama
I read your post & it made me cry. I have just moved to Dubai after spending my entire life in Ottawa Canada. I move here with my husband & two children in the hottest season.
I thought that after the adventures of getting married & having children that I would be able to handle this, but I feel now like I may have been wrong. This is hard – I wonder if you have tips to adjusting to a completely new society.
I thank you for your words. They spoke to my soul & touched me & gave me a little bit of strength for tomorrow.
Take care
I just wanted to say that I love this site
glad i found you, i believe thru walkslowlylivewildly.com…. thank you for this sweet sweet post. haven’t shared air with you, but blessed by you anyways. : )
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