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Remembrance (1)

This week I have the topic of Remembrance on the brain. – World War I (1914-1918) – I am choked up with emotion and heart-wrenching compassion for all Veterans. Every year, before November 11, I go on a pilgrimage. Googling on the Internet, reading veterans’ stories, watching videos, movies ( Passchendaele); visiting Memorials around the world, such as in Belgium, France, Uk, Australia, etc.  Below is one link you can click on to view some of these places.

Memorials/Cemeteries all dedicated to the World’s Fallen Heroes. The Fallen offered to serve their country and its peoples by sacrificing their own lives. It does make me feel so insignificant, comfy in the warmth of my home, surrounded with what I need for a pleasant day.

Written for:  What do you See? Nov/06/2018

Written for:  V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #22: SACRIFICE

http://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/memorials/overseas/first-world-war

 

Mother’s #SoCS

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Written for:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 3/18

Linda Gill’s Prompt:

Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “point.” Open a book on your lap, close your eyes, and put your finger on the page. Whatever you land on, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a sentence, write about it. Enjoy!

I placed my index finger on the word “mother’s”   a book by “Judy Leigh”.  The title is “A Grand Old Time: (Life Begins at 75 mph).  Page 143, “he found his mother’s number and texted her”.  I am using the word “mother’s” for my prompt.

Here goes…The word mother brings back years of memories.  Coincidence that I landed on this word today as I do have a recent experience to relate.

This week I was shopping for a new body skin lotion.  The lotions I’ve used, even the organic natural ones all leave a residue on my skin that requires daily loofa scrubbing while in the shower.

Walking through the store, I ended up in the baby section.  Anything baby makes me smile bringing back fond memories of my children when they were babies. They are in their 50’s now but to me, they are my babies.  If you are a mother you know what I am saying.

Anyhoo, back to the lotion…I decided to buy a baby lotion.  If it’s good enough for a baby it should be ok for me. This one is all natural ingredients, light textured and unscented. Lo and behold, first time I used it it did not leave a residue.  Eureka!

I don’t remember if my mother used lotion on me when I was a baby, way too far for me to look back.  Right then I decided that was going to give myself the pleasure now.

After all, I am in my second childhood, my skin is delicate, almost translucent, in dire need of baby care.  I am somebody’s baby, have always been so.  Just like you, if you are born in this world you are somebody’s baby, right?  Say yes, agree.

Haiku

velvety caress
luxurious indulgence
mother’s graciousness

©Hélène Vaillant

I Can Fly

 

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A little bird stopped by my cage one day asking me why I never ventured outside.
I answered that it had never occurred to me that I could do so.
“Why was the door to my cage open all the time?” he asked
I had no idea why.
“Would I like to come out and fly?” he asked
I had no idea how to fly.
“Come on outside and I will show you,” he said.

My little feet sank into the white carpet, my wings flapped with excitement.
Then I felt scared being out in the open.
I retreated back in the cage.
The little bird’s patience ran out and off he went.
For several days I went a little further out and would come back in again.

One day I could not go back in, the door had closed while I was outside.
That was the day I saw the little bird again.
He taught me how to fly.

Hélène Vaillant©

Written for: What do you See?

Written for: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 57

Being Present

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Written for Prompt: Attention

V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #17: ATTENTION

For the first 20 years of my life, I lived with my parents and married three weeks following my 20th birthday. It was a freedom for me to leave my parents home with my new husband. In my parents’ home the less I spoke and kept to myself, that was their preference. The times were hard for them. Dad was in the Marines, this was 1943, Mom gave birth to a girl, me.  They never taught me how to do anything. They avoided me, mostly criticized me.  I had a good Guarding Angel on my shoulder; I did prosper on my own. By the age of 23, I had two beautiful children of my own. My parents’ pattern of behaviour crept in as my own. It was what I remembered about taking care of children. Luckily, I had a husband who had been cared for with tenderness and belonging. He taught me, “by his attitude and behaviour”, how to love and enjoy my two darling toddlers. It was then that I made a promise to myself: “to never treat my children as it had been done to me”. Today my own children say to me that I was the best mother in the world. Their friends loved to come over to our house for meals and sleepovers because it was fun at “our” place. My daughter tells me: “I don’t know how you did it Mom; you always had supper on the table for us, every night, night after night”. Both my children often reminisce on all the good times they had in their childhood, praising us as parents.
Today my daughter has a remarkable relationship with her own child. It warms my heart to feel the love they both have for each other.

A Cinquain poem
Being Present

Moment
Swiftly vanish
Requisite attention
Soft-hearted communication
Second

Hélène Vaillant©

 

 

 

The heart-shaped leaf…do you have a message?

(If you have a story-message and you would like to share it, please do add it in the comment section of this post)

A bit of background on the photo of the Heart shaped leaf – I have posted it in (Haiku – Delicate) and What do you See? (Sept/4/2018) .

One day, late Fall 2017, I entered the building’s parking garage where I live. My parking spot is nowhere near the entrance. I need to turn a few corners and go down another aisle to reach it.

On this particular day upon closing the car door my keys slipped out of my hand landing on the floor.  Bending down to retrieve them there was this heart-shaped leaf staring right at me. Nothing else was on the floor but this one precious leaf alongside my car keys.

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I felt instant love for it, its delicate composition and intricate lace design, a masterpiece in its essence.  For fear of it crumbling in my hand, I hesitated to pick it up. Then I told myself to at least try it.

Ever so gently, using the pads of two fingers I lifted the leaf placing it in the palm of my other hand. To my surprise, it remained whole.

When I first touched the leaf I felt the presence of my dear departed father.  I smiled sensing him there with his loving message in the form of this beautiful leaf.  I hurried up to my apartment and immediately inserted the leaf between the pages of my daily book of meditations.

It was a glorious message of love my father had sent me, represented in the characteristics and composition of this heart-shaped leaf.  It looks delicate, fragile, fading, alone, yet it felt vibrant, it stayed whole, it was heart loving, it had gone through nature’s ups and downs, yet its spirit continued to be ever so present.

I am one of these people that keep having loving experiences with my departed family members. Sounds odd to some, but very much a frequent reality for me.

Hélène Vaillant©

(If you have a story-message and you would like to share it, please do add it in the comment section of this post)

Risking it All – Life’s Lessons

I am 75 years old and life is not a bowl of cherries. Now that I got that out of the way I will tell you something else.

Life has given me challenges. Hoopla.

Because of my lack of attention and awareness of this continual process, it keeps coming back without pre-warning me that something big is about to happen.  The bomb drops, kerplunk, exploding with fanfare, and then leaving me to deal with the mess.  A reward, which I like to call a Blessing, usually waits for me at the other end.  It’s always there; ready to embrace me when I arrive.  Arriving at what, where?  I think: ‘that this has got to finally be, it has to be’, the finish line.  Ah, the great illusion!

By the time I was 23, lying still on my death bed, due to a car accident and a fractured neck, I fooled them all, walked again, gave birth to two children, became a registered Yoga Teacher/Holistic Health Counselor/Educator, practicing and living what I taught.  For 20 years my life was blessed by amazing people who trusted me, through teaching, counseling, and volunteering.  The professions in which I had been certified and registered opened a door for me, helping me open my heart to strangers and anyone who came my way for assistance.  Being there for those in need was a treasured gift given to me.   Blessings come to us in different ways, forms and disguise. This was a high time in my spiritual life.

Moving forward…Another bomb dropped a blessing in disguise, one that left me alone on my knees for 2 years.  (Question to myself: why does it have to be disguised? why can’t it be understood just as it is when it comes?) Diagnosed with ovarian cancer, poisoned with chemotherapy for a whole year, chemo was literally killing me; I had lost all hope to live.  After all the good habits and lifestyle I had adopted through the years, to have this happening, I felt total abandonment.  Life had given up on me, God had left me alone, and I had no more purpose.

Chemo permanently damaged my heart and my bowel. I swore like a lumberjack before accepting this. I had to leave behind all of my teaching, private clients, my business, all of which was a big part of my life. Doctors had given me one month to live without chemo, three to six months with chemo. Even though all cancer could not be removed with surgery, there was hope that chemo would fry the rest. By this time, my body was tired, my heart was exhausted, and my spirit was fading into darkness.

Within 2 years I climbed back up from the bottom of my dungeon.  I began the search for myself.  Coming slowly from the depths of despair, it was a slow ascent to reach the Light.

Fast forward into my 70’s… I was then taking care of my husband with dementia.   After three years of sleepless nights and around the clock caregiving, my health was going down the pipes.   Despite all my efforts to keep him at home, I had to let him go into a nursing home.  The grief of such a separation I still feel to this day. My heart continues to heal through sadness. There’s a rejuvenating energy that returns after you have been zapped to hell and back.  Today I know that all pain and life’s challenges have a purpose.

Being in touch with a higher command, communion with Spirit, feeling the Presence coursing through my life, my veins, my deepest core, it is the reward that comes to soothe all pain.  It comes with a promise that all is as it is.

Life’s lessons are forever there. They whisper ever so gently.

I know too well that my Human Spirit, needed mending with my everlasting Inner Spirit, this quest continues.

My life is rich, I am grateful for everything that made me stop, pay attention, letting me know I am being taken care of…’cept I don’t always know it at the time.

Hélène Vaillant©

 

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