Thursday, June 12, 2008

Thank you.

Today is the second Birthday of the year for me, because this day in 1967 I was adopted by Joan and Derek and so was reborn.
I am blessed with very special parents, both those that are with me now and those I had before and will always be eternally grateful for all they have done for me and continue to do.


LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD

Once there were two women who never knew each other
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother

Two different lives shaped to make you one
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it

One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name
One gave you a talent, the other gave you aim

One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried you tears

One made an adoption plan, that was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you.

Now, which of these two women, Are you the product of?
Both, my darling, Both, Just two different types of love.

Unknown

Monday, June 09, 2008

Birth of a Poppy

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.

With burnt mouth, red like a lion's, it drank
The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,
And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine
When the Eastern conduits ran with wine.

Till it grew lethargied with fierce bliss,
And hot as a swinked gipsy is,
And drowsed in sleepy savageries,
With mouth wide a-pout for a sultry kiss.

Francis Thompson

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Do we make a difference?

"To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
How many of us can say we make that much difference? Do we not go through life never looking left or right, just intent on our own problems? It's only when our lives are impacted by the actions of others that these questions come to the fore. I have called the police and ambulance service for a suicide attempt this week whilst keeping that person talking on the phone. I have called time on a friendship this week. But how much have I brought to those lives? Could I have done things differently?
I thought I'd share with you the beautiful Wisteria from my garden which has just finished flowering. I love the Spring with its myriad of colours, fresh and new with the promise of new hope for the year. Sometimes this new hope is just a mirror, reflecting what could be but not necessarily what is.