A Place To Rest

Posted on June 13, 2015 by Karen Schumann | 0 comments
Last night I slept in a beautiful pink bedroom, in a wonderfully comfortable bed, surrounded by a big stuffed bear, fabulous wallpaper, a piggy bank that I remember from when I was a little girl, and lots of love.  No, it wasn't in my childhood home, it was in the home of one of my dear friends, Mary, who had invited me to stay over her house for the night, a sleepover of sorts.  Mary is the matriarch of my close circle of friends.  She takes such good care of us and we all love her so.  I woke up to a big pot of coffee, eggs, bacon, toast, fresh fruit, biscotti, and great conversation.  We sat outside and enjoyed the sunshine, the soft wind blowing and the birds singing.  As always, I started to cry because it was one of those moments that was a first for me.  With my mother dying so young, I had never had a safe place to go to, a place to run to when things got a little overwhelming, a place to rest.  Last night and this morning Mary gave me the greatest gift, the gift of having someone take care of you when you didn't even realize you needed taking care of.  With everything that I am and with all the love in my heart, I thank you Mary.  You taught me how to let go and accept the kindness of others, something that I have struggled with for a very long time. Wishing everyone lots of love!  Karen
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