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!