Dear Friend,
My Friend, you are so beautifully broken.
All your pieces bent and twisted, a mosaic of life carved out of sorrow and regret. Shattered and destroyed so deeply by your past, your
future seems lonely and love forsaken. I see your injured soul, your
frightened determination to keep out the demons of bygone mistakes.
The fear and mistrust keep you from experiencing the love you can have, just a breath away. I see your yearning, the bitter taste of past disappointment keeping you locked away in the dungeon of your own creation. You don't realize the chains that bind you are made of misunderstandings and regret.
You are so beautifully broken, like a stained glass masterpiece created from the splintered shards discarded after an unspoken promise is shattered. Standing alone in your pain, no one allowed close enough to touch your essence.
Time and again life has tossed you into the waves of despair and you have drowned without a safe haven. I feel your desolation, trapping you beneath a sea of sorrow.
Pause a moment my broken friend, breathe in and feed your heart and soul with an unending acceptance of you - as you are.
Breathe, trust and step into a beautiful tomorrow.
Dear Friend,
My dear, you have arrived! You have found your power and joy, you are no longer afraid of what you might become.
You are accepting your reality, creating beautiful growth from what used to be paralyzing pain. You have learned to speak your truth with love, and hold the pain of another in your heart without being overwhelmed by it.
Lucky you! You have touched a deep joy many yearn for at the core of their being. Better yet, you are lifting up those around you effortlessly just by being yourself.
What a beautiful gift you have my friend, it grows each time you give it away. There will be moments of self doubt and pain, you are only human after all. When those times happen, reach out and touch your faith, it's there for you too.
Don't be afraid of your power, you were given this gift for a reason. Let your intuition guide you toward your greatest good.
Break down the walls of shame and sorrow, melt away the years of darkness.
Be kind, love hard, share joy.
You my friend ARE the gift.
Dear Friend,
I didn't realize, I didn't know. I thought I was free when I left you. I thought I had healed, I thought I was whole after I walked away. I couldn't see the damage you had done, so clear to those on the outside.
They were silent until now, in the aftermath.
I know you didn't mean to, you abused yourself as much as me. You didn't consider the pain your actions caused. I still flinch when someone reaches out, I freeze when asked how I feel.
I thought I was safe, until the aftermath.
I couldn't see that I was your emotional punching bag, until after I walked away. I told myself you loved me, you just didn't know how to show it. I told myself I had gotten past the torment.
After years of emotional abuse I am numb, until the aftermath.
I didn't want to believe you meant what you said, I didn't want to feel the pain you caused. I thought I had found security and love, I thought you were different.
That doesn't change the scars left behind, in the aftermath.
I gave you my all, my love my heart my trust.
You told me I wanted too much, you gave so little.
I thought if I just tried again, gave more, asked for less.
You didn't have enough to give, not even for yourself.
Now I know, in the aftermath.
Now I am alone, and realize I always have been.
You were never there, you couldn't give love when you didn't have it for yourself. Maybe I thought I could heal you, maybe you thought I could too.
I am letting go, rebuilding myself in the aftermath.
Dear Friend,
Our hearts are like a puzzle box that can only be opened through some obscure, complicated series of manipulations. Some boxes may require only a simple squeeze in the correct
area, whereas others may require the subtle movement of several small
parts to open the box. Inside the box is a secret - a secret to your heart.
At times we break apart the puzzle box so we can put the pieces back together in a different order. The key to moving forward is to not lose the pieces to the box, but keep it whole until the next time to open the puzzle box. The puzzle becomes new, and the trick to opening it is different.
Truth, loyalty and love open the puzzle box, these are the keys to the secret kept within. Once open, the puzzle box may seem solved, but it takes effort to keep the pieces together. Without each piece, the heart begins to fade, and the breaking apart begins to create a new puzzle. Like a lost dream, the pieces of the puzzle box fade and change into a new mystery. The box closes again, and the puzzle box holds a new secret.
Dear Friend.... Its been a while, and a long journey to here.
Today, I
want to talk about divorce. People's reactions are based on their own
perception and experience. They can't change that, its like breathing.
Regardless of your opinion, Be KIND.
You don't know what the situation
was like, nor do you know the reasons/experiences leading up to a
decision to follow through. What you believe is less important than what
you do when someone says they are going through a divorce.
Try not to
judge, regardless of how much you know about that person or the
situation, you don't know the whole story.
Note: This post was originally written on November 17,
2014
Copyright © 2015, Sandra J Oliver. All rights reserved
Hello again.......
It's been a while, and I miss you. We used to talk every day, and now time has passed by like a stranger.
You still live in my heart, your laughter rings out from my soul. We took comfort in our closeness - understanding the darkest moments and celebrating the light.
It's been a while, since I knew you.
Time and distance are an excuse, time and distance are the reason.
Its been a while and I miss you.
Hello again my friend...
Dear friend,
You may never know how much your opinion matters to me, or
when something you say will resound deeply in my soul.
There
are times when I feel lost, alone and unsure where to
turn. I trust I can turn to you for an unfiltered opinion, or just a shoulder to cry on if that's what I need.
There
are few people in my life I trust with my deepest thoughts, and you are
one of them. Thank you for listening..
Note: This post was originally written on June 8,
2014
Dear friend: Thank you for being supportive and encouraging to a stranger.
When we met, you looked beyond what I was showing the outside world and our friendship began. I was just beginning my journey on a path you had already traveled down for many miles. You encouraged me when I was unsure and insecure, and guided me with enthusiasm for our common interest.
When I stumble along this journey, you are there to remind me that falling down is part of the process. You remind me that every time I stumble I am becoming stronger and able to take on more next time.
You continue to guide me toward success and a bright, shiny future.. Thank you my friend.
Note: This post was originally written on October 15,
2013 as a note to a mentor that I had just met. She has guided and encouraged me along this path called life.
Today, its re-written to you - friends/mentors come in many forms, sometimes they are here for a day, a week or a lifetime.
Copyright © 2015, Sandra J Oliver. All rights reserved.
