bon voyage #WritePhoto

Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent

She looked up in November and saw they were leaving. The geese flew, silent against the grey sky, headed for their winter home. She lifted her mittened hand and waved.

“Au revoir!” she called out to them. “A bientot!” she never failed to add, counting on seeing their return in the spring. 

She always said something in French to them. After all, she thought whimsically, they were Canadian geese — some of them might speak French. And, indeed, she was rewarded with a couple of fleeting honks.

She continued on her solitary walk, happy to have seen them, but sorry to see them go. She felt a fresh pang of loneliness.

Months later, against the blue skies of a spring day, she spotted the beginning of their return. She loved the way they traveled together, looking out for each other, sharing the journey. She listened to their honking chatter as if they might be calling out her name. 

One hand to her brimming heart, and the other waving broadly, she cried, “Mes amis! Bienvenue!” Her whisper followed, “I missed you.”

In autumn, a day came she never thought she would see.

This time, when the geese called, two smiling faces turned upward together.

She felt her heart fill and overflow, grateful, amazed for this perfect moment. She felt herself soaring in the sky with all the beauty that now filled her world.

She waved to the geese. “Merci! Merci beaucoup!” she called to them. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart!” 

Her companion gently laughed in amusement, pulling her close, waving joyfully.

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Many thanks to Sue Vincent for this week’s #WritePhoto prompt, “Soar.”

on gratitude

early evening blushes
with a deepening streak of pink
sun sinks into the earth
the glow darkens
into inky blue

there
a star comes out
then another 
soon the heavens are an endless sweep
a breath

that pulls me
up up up
into the mystery
around me
inside me

i am but another star
as incomprehensibly beautiful as this boundless sky
that holds me
as I yet behold
my heart full with it
full with it
shimmering

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Thank you to Eugie’s Causerie for inspiring this poem. The prompt to which this responds is “Gratitude.”

just a few kind words

veru12_28_18Just a few kind words.

It could make all the difference to someone.

A simple thank you might mean more than you know.

A gentle query about how one’s day is going, or how their holidays have been, might, just might, make someone feel seen.

Your considerate comment might just be the moment that restores confidence, brings hope, or sparks an instant of joy.

Notice the small gestures people make, notice the big ones, too. When someone’s trying, honor that – in the simplest of ways.

It’s just a few kind words. Just two will do.

And with a smile that meets the eyes, you’ve gone over the top.

There are those on your path who feel invisible. There are those for whom a hug is an unusual experience. There are ones who won’t hear a friendly word that day unless you deliver it.

And it’s just a few kind words. Opportunities abound. It costs absolutely nothing, but it’s so worth the effort.

You may never know the impact, but it could make all the difference.

Just a little bit of kindness can go a long, long way.