A walking miracle,
& friend to the end…
Because to you, the little things,
Always meant a lot.
Our angel now in heaven,
In blessed peace may you rest,
Back to your forever Home,
Mom, Nana, Aunt, Cousin, Sister, Friend,
Great grandma,
We’ll always love you!
You truly were…
Heaven sent.
-by gilda patricia
Just the other day, I took a walk in the rain. Why? With spring’s arrival and the enticing warmer weather, I newly decided on taking regular walks for fun and fitness.
So my umbrella and I went off on a leisurely stroll down the block…
I was happy to be out walking again, but I must sadly admit to entertaining a slightly selfish thought. My secret wish was that the rain would magically stop just for me, instead of gifting the newly blooming flowers with an enjoyably fresh drink.
Determined to let secret wishes go, allow the elements to just be, (namely the rain), and simply get on with it, one particular word appeared in the forefront of my mind …Just.
Yes, just…period. Just, and nothing more.
Just. That one word felt relaxing even soothing to me, so I let it soak in and marinate in my brain cells some more…
Just.
I breathed deeply as I walked, thinking of just this one word between breaths,
Just…without a verb tacked on the end, like “Just do it!” or “Just stop raining.” Not adverbs or adjectives either, just, just.
Then about ten minutes later, and feeling more refreshed then ever, a new thought came to me…Just here. That felt relaxing too. So I continued following the just word with some other nouns…
Just now.
Just me.
Just a walk.
Just rain.
Yes, even that thought felt relaxing! I stopped judging the rain, and everything else for that matter, for at least a few moments in time. I continued on with my walk and just my just thoughts…
Just my umbrella.
Just dry.
Just air.
Just a puddle.
Just birds.
Just a song.
Just then I arrived home from my walk feeling lighter and freer then when I began, especially about the rain. After all, it was…
Just spring!
-by gilda patricia
Happy spring to my Word Press family!
It can be hard to tell what’s real,
From what’s not,
Besides the fact that,
What’s true for you,
And what’s true for me,
Could be a million miles away…
A distance great enough to form a chasm,
A million miles deep,
Or make a million children weep,
Or arouse a million sleepy bears,
From hibernation,
Or stir up the waters of an entire ocean.
But there’s really only one truth worth mentioning here,
And that is the love light of Christ,
Shining down so that we might absorb,
And reflect this love light back out,
Into our world…
For Christ’ love light alone,
Is strong enough to disintegrate every barrier,
Bridge every chasm,
Offer deep rest and perfect healing peace,
Dry every tear,
Or calm an entire ocean.
For Christ’ love light raises us swiftly,
To higher ground…
Placing us in that holy meeting space,
Midway between,
My truth and yours…
May we go there now.
-gilda patricia
A blessed and holy St. Valentines day to my Word Press family and greater world family.
A New Year’s Reflection…
Mind chatter settles down,
Revealing deeper thoughts,
Higher vision found, in
Clarifying moments,
A gateway,
Unlocking life’s greater mysteries…
Sincere acts of contrition,
Release animosity,
Hope and serenity reverberate
Creating a more meaningful existence,
For each spiritual seeker,
On a loving mission,
With serendipity naturally flowing,
Ushering in health, wealth, harmony, and healing
Gentle hearts intertwined,
In sovereign unity,
Viewing the world as one spiritual family,
A loving contribution to society.
By-Gilda Patricia
Happy, healthy, peaceful and beautiful New Year to Word Press family!
At Christmastime, I’m reminded of the peace, love, and joy
That comes from reflection upon,
The humble heart of baby Jesus and the Holy family.
For the divine mystery,
Of Jesus’ humble heart,
Makes deep healing possible.
And so, this Christmas,
With the renewed birth of Jesus,
I pray for deep generational heart healing,
Wealth and well-being,
For my family, the world family, the earth and all her creatures.
Jesus is a true reminder,
That a humble heart, birthed in a humble abode,
Has the surprising potential for a rich and fruitful life,
Nestled in the eternal love and light of God’s kingdom.
Merry Christmas with love,
-gilda patricia
Because my soul’s destiny is held securely in Your hands,
I thank You.
Because the sunlight’s gentle warmth,
Streams lightly across my face,
I thank You.
Because the birds sweetest songs,
Chime gently on my ear drums,
I thank You.
Because I have a soft, safe resting space,
To call home,
I thank You.
Because I have family and friends,
Who brighten and lighten my load,
I thank You.
Because I have strong health, life-giving breath,
And the capacity to do good this day,
I thank You.
Of the many wonderful things life
Has offered me thus far,
The greatest of these, is Your
Unconditional love,
Without which I’d have nothing,
Know nothing and be nothing at all.
By- gilda patricia
Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Your eyes are the window,
To the heavens,
They contain a galaxy of stars…
Beautiful, intuitive soul!
I’ve met you before,
And we’ll meet again soon…
This I know.
Such heavenly days,
And heavenly ways,
Propel my spirit,
To dance with butterflies,
Lock eyes with fireflies,
Be electrified by ocean sprays,
And dazzled by sun rays…
Your love has lifted me higher,
Removing blinders,
To wonder and awe…
I’m Spirit’s daughter now,
Because I gazed into knowing eyes,
Kind eyes, your eyes.
-by gilda patricia
God has already paved a way for us, each of our paths already set and protected, I’ve heard this said.
I thought this notion sounded quite beautiful,
So walking on the boardwalk I imagined the possibility of finding clues of this path…
written in the clouds?
or…glistening in the stars?
or…or…
Right then a monarch butterfly blew with the wind straight for me,
And I happily ducked,
“Right!” I thought,
“or…spoken in the wind.” Truly beautiful.
Like a butterfly buoyed by a soft, summer breeze,
I imagine our own beautiful souls are also kept forever,
Safe and sound in God’s eternal, protective spirit.
-by gilda patricia
(This poem is dedicated to Cathy and her beautiful butterfly soul at this somber time of her passing.)
It’s time to get peaceful and still,
And to remember the truth,
That you are right now,
Lovingly held.
When you’re sitting, standing, kneeling,
Praying, working, laughing, yelling,
Crying, singing, playing or chatting,
Held.
Whether you’re lonely, peaceful, happy, distraught,
Angry, impatient, embarrassed or tired,
Pessimistic, anxious or proud,
You are held.
No matter how, what,
When, why or where,
The present may find you,
Held by love, you are.
You’re not just held at peaceful moments.
But when least distracted, (like during meditation),
Your innate body wisdom will recognize,
The feeling of being held.
It’s up to you, dear soul!
Now will you stop and take some time,
To relax into the spiritual arms of love?
Held.
-by gilda patricia
(A short heartwarming story)
Just having moved to New York from Maryland, Jessica would be the new girl at school. Jessica hated having to be the new girl.
She told her mom her fears, “But Mom, it’s not fun being the new girl and I miss my old friends already. What am I going to do?”
“I know darling,” said her mom. “But you’ll like it here too once you get to know everyone. You’re going to have no trouble making new friends. You’re a very sweet and brave young girl,” her mom reassured her.
“Thanks Mom,” Jessica said, “I will sure try.”
In just a short while the big day arrived, October 1st, Jessica’s first day of kindergarten at her new school. She slowly entered the classroom and was directed near the front of the room to a desk with big bold letters across the top that said, J E S S I C A. So far, so good. The teacher seemed nice enough and the other kids in the class did too. They all gave a big, happy hello when the teacher introduced Jessica as the new girl. (Although Jessica still hated being called the new girl).
Soon it was lunch time and everyone got to play in the schoolyard. Jessica remembered what her mom had said and bravely started going up to kids in the playground one by one, introducing herself. She wanted so much for the other kids to like her that she may have tried a little too hard at first.
“Hi, I’m Jessica!” She said to a little freckled faced boy. “I can count from one to 20 backwards…20, 19, 16, 11, 9, 14… Oh well, sometimes I can.” The little boy looked at her, smiled and walked away.
She then said hi to a little girl in pig tails, “Hi I’m Jessica and I can jump on one foot for five minutes!” Jessica tried so hard, but she fell after ten seconds and then bounced back and forth on both feet until the little girl turned around and walked away.
“Wow, it’s not easy making friends. I may need to try harder,” Jessica thought to herself.
Next, she went up to a girl wearing a yellow polka dotted dress, “Hi, I’m Jessica and I can spell hippopotamus, H Y P O P P I… Oh, I’m getting confused,” she tried to say, but before she could explain this girl walked away too.
Jessica came home from school that day feeling very disappointed. “Mom,” she said, “I keep trying really, really hard and still no one wants to be my friend!”
“Well,” said Jessica’s mom, “Could you maybe be trying too hard? If you just be your kind, warmhearted, caring, loving self, I’m sure you’ll have a friend in no time!”
“Mom, I think you’re right,” said Jessica. “Besides trying so hard can hurt.” She rubbed her knee where she had fallen trying to stand on one leg.
A short time later in the playground, Jessica was watching some girls playing T-ball. She wanted to ask if she could join in but felt timid after being turned down so much that first day of school. Suddenly a ball was thrown over the outfielder’s head and hit the glasses off a boy playing in the sandbox. Jessica jumped up without even thinking and quickly ran to help the boy. Some girls followed behind, but Jessica was faster. The boy was scared and crying because his glasses where missing, though luckily he didn’t get hurt. Because Jessica is such a fast runner, she got to the sandbox and found the boy’s glasses before anyone else. Within a couple minutes a crowd had gathered. The teacher, a parent on lunch duty and a bunch of kids from the playground had come over to see what the ruckus was all about.
Jessica introduced herself to the boy and said, “I’m sorry you were hit. My sister Leanna has glasses, so I know how you feel.”
“Thank you so much,” said Jeremy. “You’re the nicest person I ever met!”
That afternoon the teacher gave Jessica two special stickers, one said “Super-Hero” because she helped Jeremy. The other one said, “Fastest Runner.” No one could believe just how fast Jessica could run. Some girls had already started asking Jessica to be on their team for the next T-ball game.
Jessica was feeling very happy but a little embarrassed from all the attention. Still, she was glad to be able to do a good deed and help someone else out. Jessica cared a lot about other’s feelings.
She went home and told her mom about her day. Then she said, “Mom, you were right. I guess I do only have to be myself to make a friend.”
“Yes, Jessica,” said her mom, “and to have a good friend, you showed how important it is to be a good friend. I’m so proud of you! Three cheers for the new girl!” Jessica’s mom beamed and gave her a great big bear hug.
By- gilda patricia
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