Breathing

I am in Vancouver, consumed by Love. Breathing in joy and laughter.

In the presence of my grandchildren, there is no space for uncertainty or fear. There is only Love.

Yes. The world feels off-balance. Battered by a multitude of woes that sometimes feel like they can steal my breath away. There are so many over which I have little or no sway. So many things to give my attention to.

And all of it fades as I listen to the sweet voices of my grandchildren. See their loving faces and hear their laughter.

All of it matters yet in their presence, future concerns wane within the glow of their presence. Nothing can dim, Love.

I am breathing. Love in. Love out. Love in. Love out.

I am breathing.

Worldly concerns will still be there when I get home and so, like Scarlett O’Hara viewing the devastation of Tara, I tell myself, “I’ll think about that tomorrow.”

The world matters. Their futures matter. What I do right now matters most.

I fall, breathlessly, into Love.

17 thoughts on “Breathing

  1. Your painting is stunning beautiful! The poem is so beautiful too. Your post I loved immersing in – for you so wonderfully describe the flow of life itself through the 2 most meaningful and magical channels of Love and Breath. The world somehow comes down to perfection despite all the surrounding turmoil when we are able to breathe in Love. Much Love to your grandkids πŸ’›β£οΈβœ¨

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  2. The Joy of grandchildren. It’s a blessing that I never take for granted even as they exhaust my energy some days! Ah but the heart bursts as they giggle or kiss you. Enjoy your special time, the ailments of the world aren’t going away.

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      • I’ve been spending a lot of time with them lately due to my s-i-l working out of town and between that and work and driving to see my mom I can honestly say I am pretty exhausted. I’ve taken some November time to recharge my batteries but alas when my daughter asks I never say no so the time off won’t be as much as I anticpate!

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  3. Makes me regret not having any grandchildren, but that’s out of my control. I do however marvel at my capacity to experience joy and thankfulness – and to pass it on to a certain extent. I know from grandparents of this overwhelming love and happiness, you do – in your very special and precious way – describe this elevated state in wonderful artwork and words. Thank you Louise, enjoy your short islands of special love and wholeness. DO NOT think about your prince at home, the one with 4 paws, not your king who is serving Beau!

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    • You mean the Prince who wouldn’t look at me for the first half hour after I was home? πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ — all’s good now. Once I gave him a few treats and took him to the park, he forgave me! πŸ™‚

      And I love that imagery — “islands of special love and wholeness” — so beautiful and true. ❀

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  4. How lovely, Louise. So happy that you have time with these beautiful little beings and can leave the troubles of the world behind for a few days. We all need time to catch our breath and renew our spirits now and again…❀️

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