The autumn leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves all red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
But since you went away
the days grow long
and soon now hear a winter song
But now I miss you most of all
My darling
And autumn leaves are starting to fall
The autumn leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves all red and gold
I'll see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
But since you went away
the days grow long and soon now hear
a winter song
I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
When autumn...
29.September 2008
Monday
9.00
I am eating a semi-burnt apple pancake sprinkled with a mixture of sugar and cinnamon, as I write this. The sun beams, splashing it´s rays on the old dark wooden grandfather clock in the corner in front of me, across the yellow walls of the living room. As I pause, I turn to look and savour the colours of the autumn leaves of the huge chestnut tree in front of our building, which I could view from window on my left side.
I am happy.
The girls woke up with so much joy in their eyes, bleary eyes but joyous. I brought them both to school; although eldest one (will be 9 years old on Sunday) has been confidently walking in the early morning, she still has this special wish to be brought to school once in a while. Middle daughter´s pre-school starts an hour later, and she is regularly brought by the school bus. It is therefore considered a treat to walk together at the start of the week on a cool, sunny blue bright sky autumn Monday morning.
I treasure these moments.
I was glad I let go my tears of sadness and deep sobs of frustration last night while I was on skype with Piet.
I am so thankful, I have him in my life.
We had a wonderful week-end with him, and the happiness over this short spontaneous but sweet visit I thought would hold me up until we see each other again during the 2-week autum break, which will be in mid-October.
His presence whether near or far gives me so much strength, recognition and fulfillment.
Sadly, the worries over the future, the dread of still husband coming home, and the pressure of coping with daily life weighed me down the whole Sunday. It did not help, that as I finally had time to sit down and try to order my thoughts here, all I could see were words left behind by a lost and confused soul splattered all around SC. I tried my best to be pro-active, and did what others were actively doing last night and did my own sweeping away of the ugly words the lost soul left behind.
After crying cathartic tears in front of the webcam to sweet understanding Piet, we both went through the blogs that had bad tags, and enthusiastically clicked the x beside them.
A small action could makes a difference and give emotional relief. Seeing the clean front page after a while, I felt silently connected with the others here in our community. Go SC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- I am thankful, I can look at nature and feel their beauty
- I am thankful, I can look at the roses the eldest hast cut and arrange in two vases, and smile at their symbols for me - love and life
- I am thankful, I can listen to the voice of my love, my heart, and my life...it echoes the hope, the optimism of a shared dream
- I am thankful, I can listen to music and sing along with my heart. . . again. . .
Have a niceday, dear friend, dear SoulCaster, where ever you are . . . don´t lose hope, don´t lose faith, reach out and you will never be alone. ..
:)
<3
