Crows 1

My partner lay dying in hospital , he was transferred to an emergency bed 28 miles away from where we were staying, (we had gone to the lake district for a weekend’s walking but he was taken ill and 3 weeks later he died)  I drove every day to his side and stayed with him all day until night when I drove the 28 miles back to try and sleep.

The last few days of this travel, when half way to the hospital, I began to notice hundreds of  crows gathering in the trees, as I drove through this gathering they started flying over and near to my car, the cawing, screeching noise was deafening. I began to dread this journey but stealed myself to do it , it became a living nightmare in every way, a representative of what had happened to our lives.

I have not talked or written about the crows to anyone at the time or in the 16 years since his passing, but due to happenings yesterday I felt compelled to compose a  poem and just mention the behaviour of  the crows so long ago.

What happened yesterday will be written about in the near future.

The terrible day he died, I had to drive the same journey away from the hospital, but no crows were visible.

This is a true account.

 

Birthday 2018

Birthday is my very favourite day of the year, feeling the anticipation the night before wondering what the next Birth/ day will bring. This year on the 15th August I had time to open all my cards and read every line, and enjoyed the handwritten notes inside the presents and cards from family and friends. My pleasure increased and was shared as my Son was with me, my other two children live in Australia and Thailand, it was equally joyful to share the day with them via technology.

The day stretched ahead as my Son and I went to a local restaurant by the sea and enjoyed the time talking and looking at images from his holiday visiting his Brother and Sister. Later in the day I enjoyed another special gift and spoke with lots of good friends. I loved this day so full of simple pleasures and time, every minute of my Birthday was savoured and will be remembered.

So thankful to be who I am and have gratitude for every blessing in my life.

 

Angel in Disguise

Today, the 5th November 2017 something happened to me, due to a unexpected shock I experienced an emotional overflow of crying, tears pouring from eyes, on the street outside a major shopping mall. For me this was awful behaviour in the street but I could not stop crying. Raised with the strict discipline of showing no emotion outside the home, presenting the image of everything is perfect, which in my recent life it has been up until today when something happened to trigger this upheaval of tears.

I was with a dear very young member of my family who was at a loss to deal with this situation as it had never happened before. Suddenly a man presented himself in front of me and asked was I alright, I apologised and told him I was just a bit upset and he asked what was wrong, I could not explain but he told me everything would be ok and not to upset myself anymore, proceeding to share with me that he was quite alone, no family and was homeless. This man held my hand throughout this experience and told me to take care of myself and all would be well,  before he walked away.

This persons kindness affected me very deeply and it was quite some time before I recovered, reflecting that he had nothing, he did not ask me for anything but offered the loving hand of friendship to a stranger in distress.

I will never forget today’s events and remembered that Angels come in many disguises, I will never forget this person, his face, and warmth of his hand on a bitterly cold day.  I will continue to look for him.

Thank you, may you be blessed with someone to care for you, warmth, food and a home of your own.

 

 

Our Mother Earth/Gaia

When our Mother Earth, Gaia, is bombed and ripped with nuclear testing /bombs and other such atrocities do humans activating such weapons not give a moments thought to the impact and horror our planet must feel? The resulting floods, winds, gales causing havoc and destruction to so much life, human and non human I believe is a direct result of this military might.

If the gentle movement of a butterfly’s wing can affect energy on the other side of the world? …………………..

Need I say more.

As a member of the human race, a Mother and Grandmother I am asking the leaders of the world to please start to talk and really listen to each other, meet and sit around a table together and look in each other’s eyes, to work together to save our beautiful planet before it is ripped apart. This will take great courage but all people, all nations who want the best outcome for our survival will uphold you.

Let us begin a new golden age where a bright future for all is the template.

Poetry

POISON

Oak barrel of green apples

Damaged one

Poisoning silently

Rotting the core

         ——–

Slice away poison

Cleanse the perfect apples

Make apple puree

Restore harmony

Scrub the oak barrel clean

Perfect fresh green again.

            —————

Elizabeth Rowland-Elliott 15/6/2015 (C)