Thursday, May 30, 2013

Flowers in the Window

Before they met, she was closed up. Detached. Sad.
There were many before him who took her innocence, her naiveté, her spirit.
But she never gave them her heart. She never let them in.
She never opened up like she did with him.
She thought she was destined to live a solitary life.

He changed things.
He helped her see the good in people.
He taught her the joys of a healthy relationship.
He enabled her to share her feelings. Something she has never done before.
The others never asked her.

Her feelings were deep and pure. And hers alone.
They were strong and willful. But not a soul cared.
Until him.

He stood out in the crowd and held her close. In his heart, in his mind, in his powerful arms, he held her close and showed her that the sun is a healer and will rise again. He showed her that the future holds infinite possibilities for her and for him and for the two of them together.

They planted flowers in the window boxes of their love and cared for each and every one. As you would a heart. As you would someone’s feelings.
They enriched them and nourished them, enjoyed their colorful bloom. Enjoyed the healing sun shining down on them.

At the same time, they nourished their relationship and became closer, more honest and true.

Look at them now.

Throughout the seasons of their love, they have shared joy, sorrow and anger. Through each and every year, the burdens were heavy, the love was deep. The commitment and promise was always there. “I’ll help you. Whatever load you may bear, I’ll be there.”

He is her heart and her one true love. He will always be there for her. He has taught her that her feelings are worth something and he will cherish them forever. She can only repay him in love and to be there for him in return.

The flowers may have come and gone with the seasons, but they are stronger for the beauty and the character they once possessed.

They have planted ‘flowers in the window’ in the form of children and watched them grow into beautiful, independent souls. Something she never thought she’d do. Give life and nurture another’s heart and soul.

Look at them now.

Their flowers have all grown and left the ‘window box’. But they are still together and they continue to watch their flowers grow. They have created a lineage that will forever lead back to her and her heart. The same heart that was too cold to touch. The same heart the he opened up and stepped inside and held with all his might so that she could see the beauty that life has to offer.

Inspired by Travis’ song ‘Flowers in the Window’


"Flowers in the Window"

When I first held you I was cold,
A melting snowman I was told
But there was no-one there to hold
Before I swore that I would be alone forever more

Wow, look at you now
Flowers in the window
Its such a lovely day
And I'm glad that you feel the same
cos to stand up I'm in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so lets watch the flowers grow

There is no reason to feel bad
But there are many seasons to feel glad, sad, mad
Its just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But I am here to help you with the load

Wow, look at you now
Flowers in the window
Its such a lovely day
And I'm glad that you feel the same
cos to stand up I'm in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so lets watch the flowers grow

So now were here and now is fine
So far away from there
And there is time, time, time
To plant new seeds and watch them grow
So there'll be flowers in the window when we go

Wow, look at you now
Flowers in the window
Its such a lovely day
And I'm glad that you feel the same
cos to stand up I'm in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so lets watch the flowers grow

Wow, look at you now
Flowers in the window
Its such a lovely day
And I'm glad that you feel the same
cos to stand up I'm in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so lets watch the flowers grow
Lets watch the flowers grow

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Sunday Blues.

The Sunday Blues have turned into the Monday thru Sunday Blues for me.

However, I had a week off and even though it was a bust with medical tests and trying to figure out why I'm dizzy and nauseous all the time...(I think I have the answer)...I STILL had a week off. Heaven.

I got to sleep late (as late as you can with an 8 year old in the house).

I got to get in some extra yoga at home and at the studio.

I got to watch endless amounts of TV.

I got to spend endless time with my lovely 8 year old heart.

I got to cuddle with the naked boys.

I went to the mall during the DAY.

I used the couch as my daytime bed.

I played catch with my daughter.

I met a long time friend for lunch.

I didn't think of work for a second. (Only that ONE nightmare...)

However, it's Sunday.

The last day of freedom.

My stomach hurts. My head hurts. My eye is twitching again.

I need a serious change. Yet I'm stuck.

Any ideas for getting over the Sunday Blues?




Friday, April 13, 2012

My little companions...

I was reading this post over at Birth Touch (A blog that I happen to really, really love) about Companion Pets.

I am not a dog lover, as those of you who know RT, know this very well.

But I am a crazy cat lady. CA-RAYZEE. Cat. Lady.

I'd have 100 cats if I could.

I haven't written regularly on this blog for quite some time so I haven't really kept up with the kitty stories on here. Tragic, I know.

So you have not heard about my two little loves that really are my heart's companions. They give me peace, calm and love. Not quite so unconditional, but more than your average cat. They are the BEST cats I've ever had. And I've had many.

My first born died when Fa was a month old. He was 20.

Puddin' He was my very first son.

I loved him with all my heart. When my husband and I moved in together and he came along, Husband couldn't believe how we used to cuddle and kiss and schnuggle like humans. He said Puddin' knew human emotion and had it just as well. Husband was floored.

Today, our newest members of the family are two adorable little naked boys.

Naked Boy 1
Dewey
He's my son, my heart, my snuggle puss. He wants nothing more than to lay on my lap and purr and hug. He lets us pet him when he feels the need. He is finicky, yet wants to be around us at all times. He loves body heat. He loves kisses. He only loves to be rubbed under his chin and his neck...Most other body parts are off limits for everyone else but me. He is awesome.

Mamma I love you.

My other son is 6 months old.

Naked Boy 2
Pino

He's crayzee. He's high octane all day long. Playful, funny, smart. He fetches like a dog and LOVES being with us. All he wants to do his schnuggle. He loves his big sister, his mom and dad and LOVES to torment his big brother cat. Pouncing on him, biting him, teasing him....genreally being a younger brother annoyance. Yet, when they are peaceful. It is heaven

Oh Brother! I love you.
(Took a while to get here)

Their favorite spot in the sun.

He lets you do ANYthing to him.

When I'm sick, all bets are off...They both overlook their love/hate relationship to love me.

They are my true pet companions and the loves of my life...

On four legs.










Sunday, April 1, 2012

Retrospect

I stumbled upon this very old post and wanted to share it again.

Especially since it resonates off of this last post I'd written just a few short weeks ago for Birth Touch.

I was a mess. I'm slowly getting better.

Wow, does it take an amazing amount of time and work.

PLEASE. Pass these along to anyone you think might benefit. They would be written in vain otherwise. 

My Sunday gift to those suffering.

 I love you.

By the way. I have a lot of really good posts on my old blog...I'd love for you to read some of them...Head on over and take a look.