I’ll Be Home for Christmas (Annie Carpenter)

I’ll be home for Christmas, you can count on it, I’ve been dreaming of it all year.

The quiet thump of a heartbeat engine, the brush of feather wings – so surrounding.

Woosh…

Take off…the most peaceful sound I have heard…

The landing…I still don’t feel like I have touched down it is so soft…the view? I can’t believe my eyes!

You should see how bright it is here…The Christmas tree ornaments – are pure shimmering crystals!  There are real Angels here! Wow!  Wait… the ones that sang to the shepherds on that Christmas Eve- are here! Yep…I’m supposed to tell you they’re all on Key! It’s true!

I can’t feel a thing here but peace, warmth, love- unimaginable love! I’ve never known anything like this.

 Christmas in Heaven is something beyond anything you could ever fathom.

Wish you could see this place…you’ll just have to trust me…Search it out you won’t regret it.

Don’t be sad for me…if you could see and feel what I am now…you’d understand!  

Take a second and look up tonight and find the brightest star…I’ll be sitting on it! I’ll give you a little twinkle….

You can count on it…

For the heart that never felt love on earth…you have found love everlasting …great joy has been brought to you this day…

Tuesday, December 12, 2023.

Movin’ Mountains (Annie Carpenter)

If I had a goal what would it be? What could I possibly want to change about myself? I already know how to walk a tight rope; I’ve been wobbling on one for a month. Been whirling round and round in a tornado that seems to be picking up speed. Although, I believe most onlookers of my life would say I have been whirling for years. I am a tiny wave on the biggest of oceans lost at sea, tossing and crashing. Sometimes I sound like thunder: other times like the rain one drip at a time whooshing down my cheeks.   Desperately clinging to life in the boat below me that is sinking. I’m in a deep pit.  I stand at the foot of the Mountain and can’t see the top.

What would someone in this condition have as a goal? Grab a paddle? Start rowing. Place a foot on the rocky wall before it?

You mean I could row a boat and climb a mountain? I could! Does yesterday not become…long gone and today have new Mercy? Yep!

I will walk steady head held high gracefully on this tight rope. I will still my tornado.  I will roar and crash so that the people onshore will hear my thunder and see this little way about all the bigger ones! Rain boots on I will splash in the Puddles, shovel in hand throw dirt in the pit…I will turn and set eyes on the Mountain and I will start Movin’.

They’re Putting Up a Christmas Tree At The Hospital (Annie Carpenter) 2020

18 Hours left to figure out how we can get a Christmas 🌲 tree up outside the Children’s Hospital. Batman, Wonder woman and the three wisemen have come to help. One of the Camels has been dragging the tree behind him, his o2 tank has already run out and his lips are a bit blue. He has no intention of letting the baby Jesus down. There’s some politics this year so it has to be put up farther away from the hospital. As we all looked up not a window was without a little child’s face looking out at the stars and the tree below.  Wonder woman flew up and waved at all the little kids on the Cancer floor. She was in a uniform different than her traditional one. A set of Nurses Scrubs giving a nod to the fact this is the year of the Nurse and no one had given them even the smallest acknowledgement. One of the respitory therapists came out to give the camel a new o2 tank! He was grateful. Batman flew to the second floor and started to pull the tree up so that it was standing perfectly in front of the children’s faces. Not a dry eye. It’s been a tough year. On the top of the tree a star that shines without batteries or electricity. It is powered by the greatest super power of all the baby Jesus himself. Batman put on a show for the kids swinging from the floor. They loved it. The wise men stood in awe. The oldest said…how things have changed…yet the message is still the same. At the very heart of Christmas lies a selfless heart. A baby born, and joy to the world, especially children. Even during a year like this…it only takes a little kindness to make someone feel thought of. 

Are you stuck? (Annie Carpenter)

Do you feel like you can’t move or breathe? Do you just want to curl up in a ball and hide or are you feeling alone or unheard? Depressed and in the dark? Are you tightly gripping metal bars inside your prison of anxiety and panic? Have you lost someone or something dear to you?

I’m sorry. I feel your numbing pain. Some of you suffer quietly, silently so as not to give yourselves away. 

Are you stuck somewhere? Caught on something that won’t let you move forward? 

For some of us, we may be stuck – because we haven’t grieved.  At least that is what a very wise man named Rick Warren put into my brain this past week.

When I hear the word Grief I think of the death of a loved one or a pet. Everyone who knows me knows how much I grieved over my bunnies. I’m sure many people thought I was grieving a tad too much over their lop ears and fluffy tails. But they were a deep loss to me. An unconditional connection. With loss comes grief. I don’t regret the shed of tears that washed over me for weeks.

You can’t have a beginning…without an ending.

You can’t have an ending…without a new Beginning. 

That’s how it works.

It sounds so factual…it feels so fractured. 

Who knew that there were so many things to grieve over? I didn’t.

Death, the loss of a marriage, a job, a friendship, favorite car, hope of having a child, your dream, moving from a home you love, a career, a childhood trauma, your addictions.

I find myself back in my childhood some days like it’s today. 

I am knee deep in cement. Too young to know what was happening.

When it comes to my mistakes in life, I can’t even wiggle my toes. Things I would have done differently in relationships, doing better with my kids etc., those failures spin round and round in my mind. Stuck there.

I’ll admit, I have struggled deeply with rejection issues since the day I was born it seems. Anxiety the guide in my ear. I was so programmed this way and I didn’t even see it. I am adopted and had good parents, but the first 9 months of my life have greatly directed my steps. The years that followed l was the vessel of irrational fears. I wish someone had noticed. 

I think I would have found I had wings if they had not chains.

Rejection is inevitable when someone has given you up. 

(but…it doesn’t have to hold you hostage, I wish I had known that).

Over the years things have happened to me that were not of my choosing. I’m sure you have been there too?  I have many scars. How deep are yours? I tried to heal some in all the wrong places. I hated the thought of not being liked. I didn’t want to be rejected again at any cost.

I know some of you have been there too.

Don’t get me wrong here, I take full responsibility for my choices. I do believe even though I made them in the dark about who I really am and why I was making them, they were still my choices. 

Am I a victim? No, I don’t choose that. In fact, there have been people in life that have become victims because of me. Have you grieved the pain you caused others? Sometimes grief requires us to be honest with ourselves. 

I have had to choose to get unstuck so to speak. I’m still not completely out of the mud yet on some issues. Are you? Have you lost your energy to fight?

Is any of this tugging at you?

People who care about me push me a little to get my feet on solid ground. They stand by to make sure, when I tip over, they will hold me up!  Do you need a little push right now? Or do you need someone to hold you up?

What has your feet so cemented in one place?  We all have something or someone.

Feeling so stuck while your entire world is shattering and you can’t move to start picking up all the pieces.

Are you a people pleaser? Are you trying to figure out why something so right went so wrong? 

There are some people you can’t please because there is nothing that will ever–ever make them happy.

Stop trying. You’re going to keep feeling like a failure. Do you really want to feel this way for the rest of your life?

Here’s something you probably didn’t know. They don’t want you to succeed. 

If you did, they would be back to having to find someone else to try and please them, to fill the holes someone else has dug so deeply in them.  They will always be disappointed with your attempts.

It’s time to take your blinders off. The only person that can fill the holes they have–is the person who dug those holes. 

I didn’t know this until my 40s! Don’t wait that long. You’ll end up with a lot of holes yourself.

Who are you trying to please? Your husband or wife? Your parents or friends? Your boss? 

They need to get themselves unstuck but instead they try to get everyone else “stuck” with them. 

Don’t get stuck there please. There’s so much more to you than what they are telling you there is…you are worth so much more.

I’m sorry for your losses, for your pain. 

Grieving doesn’t mean that down the road your pain won’t still sting you in the heart. 

You aren’t just going to magically get unstuck. You’re going to have to make the choice. Maybe the marriage will end. Maybe you will get a new bunny or a new job or the baby will come a different way then you planned. 

There is a God who can take your plans and surpass them in ways you could never imagine. He knows how to move your feet and heal your heart. You don’t have to spend your life trying to win His love by pleasing Him because you already do just by being…YOU

Maybe this isn’t the moment you will “feel” ok. That’s ok too. 

(Thank you for telling me you weren’t ready to feel ok, you made me slow down and listen.)

Don’t rush grieving, unfortunately you have to let it do its work. It’s not usually quick.

I know this, you will see some light gradually, you will see some goodness and you will learn things about yourself you didn’t even know existed. Grief and loss have a way of opening doors. I know that may sound crazy but it’s very true.

Talk to someone, when you’re ready I mean. 

Grief peels back our layers. You are not alone. 

No one has walked in your shoes. We all have our own souls. Your experiences are unique to you but there’s always someone who has walked a very similar path as you and may have good advice to keep you moving your feet.

Today I hope you have a glimpse of hope. Maybe you could even just wiggle those toes. 

If you have just had an ending – You are on the brink of a new beginning….

Copyright © 2020 Harper J. Boots 

Poem – Listening Bird

What I love about being part of a writing group is how distinctly unique we are as individuals.  We all have our own voice when it comes to writing. No two the same. We all have our own beliefs and yet I have never seen a division among us when it comes to those. I think we really just encourage each other to put our own voice to pen.  I am the one whose voice tends to write stories of loss and death. I know…I never planned to write this way! I also tend to lean towards my faith that itself has been a roller coaster ride from day one to the next.   My writing often reflects that as well. Here is a little piece written maybe during a time where the devil on my shoulder had won.  

Listening Bird

What happens when you really listen?

There are things you hear…you never would have

If the listening bird had never sung her song

The things we do wrong

Gently told in the listening bird’s song

Pride in the hearing’s way

The maker of the listening bird

His winds blow gently away

Your heart hears the tale

Of sins, of crimes

The maker of the listening bird

Paid for with His life

Close your eyes,  still your soul

Her song will set you free

The maker of the listening bird

Has shown to me

Without her wings

Blind you will stay

Listen to her song

To heaven she will guide you all the way

 

Copyright © 2016 Anne Carpenter