Feel Dream Live

I feel my heart ache for you. In 7 days and in more that 7 ways, you have touched my soul.  Your so called friends are to eager to tell me how difficult you are; tell me about your self sabotage and yet they turn up at your home in the name of friendship, only  to share these indiscretions with me, a complete stranger. I wonder! I truly wonder! Siting gently in my arm and sharing with me how you were an unwanted war time child,  a only child. Late in life you found love for a short time. Left broken hearted by "death do you part", you express cancer as a cruel part of life. 45 years you relentlessly served patients in as many as 8 hospitals at once; secretly hoping that one day you may receive the same care. At 93 all you ask for is understanding, compassion, a caring heart and companionship  and all you receive is judgement and care that comes a cost. Sitting in my arm, resting your head on my ...

We all have stories to tell. We end up telling our story when a moment triggers a memory. Reflective people find the life lessons in memories.   Sitting on the sofa with Lone Ranger last week, such a memory sparked.   A few years ago we took part in a white water raft competition. On our second run, we capsized spectacularly. All 6 in the white water. Only one made it to the bank. The other 5 ended up on the same safety rope with the rescuer on the river bank.     For a second I had a chance to view the situation. I saw all 5 of us on the rope and the safety guy struggling against the water to get us to shore.   I made a decision. I let go! I noticed a second safety rope further down stream. No need to put pressure on the safety guy.   It was at that moment, I was taken under the water, my lungs not quite full of air. The water kept me under and did not want to let me go. I stayed calm and prayed that I wi...