Into The Light

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Illuminated Flower

Illuminated Flower

About a week ago, we went for a walk through the Sacramento Capitol Park.  There was a large vine with many flowers on it and some giant black bumblebees.  It was an amazing sight.  The flowers appeared to be lit from behind and the bees were so large that they would fly behind the flowers to get to the pollen.  Their approach was ingenious, really.  It made me wonder if the light we all finally move towards is as inviting as these illuminated flowers.  Now, read no further if you don’t want to read something very personal, just simply enjoy the photo.

The reason that I have been pondering questions about the light is that my mother is elderly and ill.  I have been spending every day with her and I have had a lot of time to think.  I have come to appreciate the color of her eyes and I so wanted to write a poem for her to help her through this time of her life.  I was so stuck and frustrated.  I had one stanza written and nothing else would come.  I wanted to share it with her and follow it up with the song I had written for her several months prior.  I’ve always thought that it is better to do something for someone and share it with them, then to write something and never be able to touch a person with the very thing, about that person, that stirred feelings in myself.  It was while the caregiver was massaging her legs that I started again, from scratch, and the words just flowed.  I shared it with her yesterday……

Oceans Blue

Fall season settles in on us
Brightening colors turn from green
You are resting so intently
The fullest rest, I’ve ever seen

Never one to take the time
To make yourself feel good
Your selflessness is something
I never fully understood

My mind has many images
That flow with thoughts of you
Remembering eyes that sparkled
With the oceans deepest blue

Always, you were looking
For ways to help another
Taking on the world a bit
Embracing, as a mother

All you were will fill me
My mind will sing, your Irish songs
And I will feel your presence
As your memory carries on

Now I can let you go away,
To that place you’ve longed to be
For in my heart I surely know
Heaven will fill your soul, with glee

For my mother, Nancy Lewis
10/22/2014
Written by: Bonnie DiMichele

Mom loved the poem and piano piece, Autumn Hues, that I had video of on my iPhone.  When I have more time, I will share that with you also.  It wasn’t until recently that I thought about seeing my mother’s eyes, but they are the deep blue of the Monterey Bay.  I am so happy to see them each day.  She asked for blue flowers and I thought flowers didn’t come in blue, but these flowers I had photographed are called…..

Blue Dawn Flower Morning Glory

Blue Dawn Flower Morning Glory

It is quite simple for me, not this time of life, but the tiny thought that, I think that care and concern for others is so very important.  The caregivers for my mother are angels and I can only hope that they will have angels of their own someday.  My mother and I are thankful for them all.  Even when times are tough, remember to be caring.

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Whisperings

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There are times when I haven’t any ideas about what to write, and then, out of the blue, it comes to me in a whisper.  I would have been quite content for this whisper to never have passed my ears, but that is not how life works.  Our extended family has had another sudden loss.  You are never ready for life’s twists and turns that are completely unexpected.  I am filling this blog with images of roses.  I believe they were a favorite.  The poem was written for the  passing of a friend’s mother a few years ago.  It fits this situation.  My final thought is one that we should all consider daily…..

Dear Mother of Mine

We started together

Heart to heart

But over the years

Grew discretely apart

Me, I was head-strong

And wanted to fly

You were so sweet

But refused to try

I wished you would want

To give life a fight

Yet you only wanted

To reach toward the light

Now you have gone

Away on a wing

To play only songs

That angels do sing

So hold, me a place

Dear mother of mine

For I’ll be along

But in my sweet time

We’ll touch once again

For our love always knew

The life that we shared

Induced spirits that grew

written by:  Bonnie DiMichele

Here is my final thought for today; reach out to someone today.  Someone where you have left something undone or unsaid.  Be honest, swallow your pride, and let them know how very special they are to you.  Do today, what you should have done long ago.  None of us knows how much time we have.

A Rose Garden From Around The World

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