For Wordless Wednesday.
For Wordless Wednesday.
Hooray for the graduates and everyone finishing school and safe travels in the summer months.
Here is a stealthie: my feet at Lake Matinenda in one of the one person very tippy canoes. Wear a life jacket and not for severe weather…..
I sent Valentine messages and photographs to my young adult children yesterday and their father’s parents, who are in their 90s. I got messages back: a lovely Valentine.
Last Saturday was sunny and I hung a chair in the tree house at the right height to look at the windows. It warms inside in the sun fairly quickly. The tree is just starting to bud. It was cosy and delicious to sit and read and look at roof tops. A sanctuary.
Prayers for everyone who is trying to find safety and sanctuary and peace…..
This is for Ronovanwrites weekly haiku prompt challenge #85.
The prompt words are tight and warm.
where is safe from harm?
home? warm, tight closed open doors
warm heart is safe home
I took the photograph last year during sunrise on my street.
A friend said that he observed me for a long time before we got to know each other a little.
I asked what he observed. He said, “Thoughtful, deliberate and shy.”
I started laughing and said I am not shy. But….that is not true. I am guarded all the time with people. Even with him, still.
So what am I guarding and what is shy?
I have a little girl self that is very very shy. Hidden for a very long time. Now I have felt safe enough that she can play. I see her as playing in a wild place. Sun and a forest and a stream and a field. Sometimes it rains. She plays alone in the sun with rocks by the stream or runs in the field or climbs the trees.
I think many people have a small child hurt and hidden. I think it’s common. I think sometimes it’s so well hidden they can’t even reach it.
At any rate, my small child can’t be reached by any sort of force or intimidation. She could only be reached by gentleness. Another small child with daisies and even then, trust would take a long time. At first she would run away and hide. And I don’t think it will happen and I have given up, but I can still love her and protect her. And she is happy in her wild place, lonely sometimes, but happy.
Every time I see the pink soft romantic roses in my front yard I laugh, because those roses are for that little girl part, shy and romantic. She feels safe enough to have a fence and roses.
the photo is from my front yard and the rose is Betty Boop
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