Archive | September 2014

Family and Friends

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

By Lizzy Pureheart

We all have a cherished garden we tend –
It is planted with love of family and friends.
The memories and dreams we treasure and share
Are like beautiful roses found blooming there.
The comfort and care on which we depend
Is given with love between family and friends.
The sunshine of laughter and rain of a tear
Only make our love grow with each passing year.
We may all be ourselves with no need to pretend
Because of the love of family and friends;
They notice the rainbows and weather the showers.
They overlook weeds and praise all our flowers.
The most valuable thing is the time that we spend
Tending this garden with family and friends.
When counting our blessings, we know from the start
That family and friends come first in our heart.

Empathy – Alanis Morissette

Lyrics:

There are so many parts that I have hidden and denied and lost.
There are so many ways that I have cut off my nose to spite my face.
There are so many colors that I still try to hide while I paint.
And there are so many tunes that I secretly sing as I wait.

You come along
And invite these parts out of hiding, oh oh
This invitation is one that I’ve stopped fighting, oh oh

Thank you for seeing me,
I feel so less lonely.
Thank you for getting me,
I’m healed by your empathy.
Ha-a, this intimacy, ha-a-a-a

There were so many times I thought I had died, not being truly known.
There’ve been so many moments, forever lonely in my vocation.

You come along
To celebrate each feeling,
And there you are
All honor and inquiring, ha-a-a-a

Thank you for seeing me,
I feel so less lonely.
Thank you for getting me,
I’m healed by your empathy.
Ha-a, this intimacy, ha-a-a-a

There was a day where the trust that was being asked of me,
Required too much, you see, to accept your generosity,
To know myself enough to let you help me.

Thank you for seeing me,
I feel so less lonely.
Thank you for getting me,
I’m healed by your empathy.
Ha-a, this intimacy, ha-a-a-a

Empathy – George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)

george eliot“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.”

Mary Ann Evans, better known by her pen name as George Eliot