i FEEL lIKE i CAN shout SO QUIETLY THAT NOONE CAN HEAR
Wow what an understatement at times. I read my daughters blog and I see her heart come to the surface of Times New Roman. Oh to think I could write like that. But I don't. I draw sing paint laugh encourage. These things come from me. People say- I love to watch you do .... Because you do it so naturally. I laugh because that is how it is. I don't plan it, think it. It just comes pouring out of me as if the gasket finally gave way and the contents could no longer be contained. The music comes on and my mind is filled with emotions, my energy flows thru the graceful spots in my limbs. I cannot contain it any more than I can hold my breath.
How is it that some have the ability to look at a piece of wood and envision a cabinet, a bookshelf, a table. Some have the ability to walk in a room and the colors scream for adjusting in the form of pillows, wall hangings, furniture and the little hummel piece that has red apples instead of blue birds. I can see this in others, yet they cannot. TO them it simply flows out of their eyes, noses, mouths, fingers, toes; they are one with these natural reactions. They do not know it is Who they are- not- What they are. I am not an artist, a singer, an encourager, I am me and for that I can only be thankful.
Who are you? not What..... Who
Embrace it, enjoy it and share it! God infused in each of his creations the ability to breathe life and joy out of us and into others. God had put within man the part of Himself that we can see and feel from person to person. He has breathed a soul, His energy, in each of us.
I do mothering, I do painting, I do laundry (yes, one of my secret loves), I even do mowing on a John Deere. These are passions and hobbys and enjoyments. But what others see in me is who I am.
In my husband I see loyalty, compassion that is so fierce I am awed. I see a deep abiding love in his eyes that hurts him. Is he the same as me? No, I do not have these things that I see in him. He does not display all the things others see in me.
I am his deeply intimate friend. I see what his eyes reflect. I feel it is my job to share what I see in his eyes. He doesn't see it. I tell him all the fierce love and passion he holds. He knows it but thinks everyone else has it to. Helping him see and embrace who he is is a gift I can give back.
Working with children in various stages, I know how important their view of themselves is. Give back to those children (young and old) around you. Give them a gift of reflection. Share with them what you see in their eyes, the things in life that make them joyous. I have given and been given, your turn comes now;
