GreenishLady

Originally Blogging the Artist's Way. Thoughts, musings, experience of the 12-week course, January to March 2006. And after that?.... Life, creativity, writing. Where does it all meet? Here, perhaps.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sunday Scribbling: "I knew Instantly..."

Dear friends of the Sunday Scribbling community (and beyond). I've been on the "missing list" for over a month, and some of you have been kind enough to leave a comment, or to email asking am I doing OK, and letting me know that you were thinking of me. I'm doing fine, but have taken my energy away from blogging during the past while for a number of reasons; chiefly the process of mourning the loss of my dear mother has given me the urge to coccoon a good deal, but the business of life meant I still needed energy for my work, friends, family, and something had to be allowed to lie fallow, and that something was my blog. I have missed you all, and especially have missed checking in with your blogs as regularly as I used to.

Even though I display a "Blogging without Obligation" button, it is more than anyone could expect that readers would remain loyal in a veritable desert, so I thank those of you who are still around, and I'm afraid I'm making no promises about being here any more regularly from here on. I simply can't, because I don't know if I can make good on promises like that. The coming weeks will be busy - as they are for all of you, I'm sure. I am doing something I've never done before - spending the Christmas holiday away from home, and that's because I'll be spending it with my son - in Argentina! Yes! Buenos Aires! I do promise to report on that in the New Year! But I don't promise to publish any photos of me involved in anything resembling a Tango!


And now... to this week's Sunday Scribbling prompt: It's "I knew instantly..." and I want to share a poem that contains a moment in which I just knew instantly that, alone as I might feel, I was not alone; insecure as I felt, I was protected, and sad as I felt, that I would not always feel that way.


The angels that live in my house:
Rose-quartz, two inches tall,
with folded wings, a gift from my sister;
two carved in ash, with dainty wire wings,
one for wishes, one for freedom;
Hanging in the hallway, with sweet chimes,
a tiny angel, gilt-trimmed;
and holding up a heart - the angel of love.

Two boxes of cards offer Angel-words,
remind me to seek Courage, Patience, Stillness...

And the angel I have never seen,
but that has come twice to hold my hand,
and once - that lonesome Christmas,
as I stood weeping at my kitchen sink,
I felt the warmth and presence,
a gift that came behind me,
to enfold me in gentle wings,
to guard, protect,
to light.

There will be other Sunday Scribblings on the prompt HERE. Go visit!

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11 Comments:

At 14/12/08 4:34 pm, Blogger Kara said...

Blessings to you dear one. I know a woman who lost her husband this year. She put up a small tree with only angel ornaments. For some reason I want to tell you this because of your beautiful poem and because the angels are there for those who grieve. Do what you need to do and "we" your readers will find you when it's time for you to write something on your blog. Hugs to you and enjoy your travels!

 
At 14/12/08 4:34 pm, Blogger Lisa said...

So beautiful, Imelda. It's so good to hear from you. Have a wonderful time with your son in what I know must be paradise. I'm disappointed about the no-Tango promise, but I'll get over it. :D

 
At 14/12/08 5:05 pm, Blogger BJ Roan said...

I know what it's like to lose a mother, but it is especially sad so close to the holidays. Hang in there.

 
At 14/12/08 6:34 pm, Blogger Caroline said...

Imelda don't worry about taking time out - we all need to from time to time and grief is a powerful reason.

I'd just been thinking about you and your kitchen - wondering what it was that you had lots of - that people always bought for you...

 
At 14/12/08 6:58 pm, Blogger Alexander M Zoltai said...

Is that your poem?!

Sweet...

Hauntingly beautiful...

Inspiring!

~ Alex from Our Evolution

 
At 14/12/08 7:53 pm, Anonymous missalister said...

I’m glad you checked in, and especially with your poem that reminded me of those unseen angels I’ve “seen” during the rough spots on my own journey… And you on yours, also with so many of us thinking of you as you navigate the rocks and enjoy the respites :-)

 
At 14/12/08 8:55 pm, Blogger Lilibeth said...

Thanks for taking the time to post this beautiful poem, and prayers for you over the loss of your mom. It's hard losing someone you love.

 
At 14/12/08 9:58 pm, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

My thoughts are with you. Be well and protected. Lovely poem. I believe our mothers are angels...

 
At 15/12/08 1:01 am, Blogger Becca said...

Such a lovely poem, Imelda. I'm hoping the holiday brings you a comforting angel. How lovely that you can be with you son in an exciting new place!

Stay well - you're in my thoughts!

 
At 17/12/08 2:07 am, Blogger Olivia said...

I hope you have a wonderful time with your son. I think we all understand that you need time to grieve...we will be faithful and will still be here when you are ready, Imelda. I know I will, and you will be in my thoughts.

Bon voyage, and much love, O

 
At 17/12/08 3:04 am, Blogger Tammy said...

Imelda, It's so good to hear from you. I love "Willow Tree" figurines. You still have it and now a Tango. You go girl!

 

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