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I am a Health Therapists and like many others in my field I was initially attracted to a profession that allowed me to fix people. I had all the answers for health and well-being. Now that I am older and wiser still I realise that there is absolutely nothing I can say or do to make another change their behavior.

img_1319The only gift I can offer the suffering is my silence and yet after all these years, I find it difficult to really listen. The habits, patterns, motivations of a life time imprinted in my soul. O that I could be the person described in the anonymous poem below…

I know you are listening when:

You come quietly into my private world and allow me to be me

You really try to understand me even when I am not making much sense

You grasp my point of view even when it goes against your own sincere convictions

You realise the time I have taken from you has left you a bit tired and a bit drained

You allow me the dignity of making my own decisions, even though you think they may be wrong

You don’t take my problem from me, but allow me to deal with it in my own way

You hold back your desire to give good advice when you sense I am not ready for it

You give me enough room to discover for myself what is going on

You accept my gift of gratitude by saying how good it makes you feel to know that you’ve been helpful.

 

Love this poem by Wendell Berry, so full of hope and light.

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“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

~Wendell Berry

This poem was given to me by a special soul friend.

It is written for sharing

Re post it  someone  today, least we forget  that  Love beats  silently underneath the noise and confusion of everyday life.

Hugs and Love

Marie Therese

Sanctuary in ‘An Tigh Padraig Watt'(H91X9CV) Rinn Carraroe,Galway on the Wild Atlantic Way

We talk late into the evening about our world and how it is rapidly changing.

I look into your tired eyes and see my own anguish.

Wrapped up like cotton wool, unaware that human security can no longer keep me safe.

You tell me of a time gripped in fear, robbery, muggings, rape murder.

Thoughts numbed by drunken laughter, stumbling home, damp beds, vomit, empty chatter.

It is the endless noise that I find hardest.IMG_0559

I think of the birthing innocents of spring, sea’s whispering breeze, bees humming.

Reprise, a moment, nothing lasts forever.

Nothing lasts in this man made world of synthetic screens, credit cards, neon lights.

Worried faces going nowhere.

Gentle nature, crumbling into a massive heap of concrete matter.

I cannot think.

It is easier to forget, ignore the truth.

I retreat within in search of peace.

A quiet perfect sanctuary.

I can as yet still go there.

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