In the Spring of my Life when every breath was new and sight was clear but confused, I realized that I had arrived as … new born.  The world was mine to explore and I had landed in the ”Land of I Love You.” Surrounded by Love, Handled with Love, Taught with Love, it became the centre of my being.” I knew nothing but JOY.

He can Lift a heavy load in his arms as easily as he Holds with Love … a small child. He taught me to Believe in Myself, Against all Odds … However Rough the Road.

Standing in the Shadows a young girl leans towards a Corner of the Sun. Fear of the unknown … slips gently off tiny shoulders. The Burden has Lifted!

I understood or perhaps remembered in that moment that I was Special, that the Spark that had ignited my Soul at Birth was Intact. My picture of Self had survived the “War Years.”

The Paddy Wagon rumbles into our yard on its daily route to drop off Prisoners on their way to Court. Why are they here, where are they going and how will Life change? I wonder.

Conscience was confused … and set out on a quest for Truth.

Have you ever played the Game of Baseball? You win some, you lose some, you tie some and all the while you are out of breath, you are energized, you are alive.

How we unravel the “mystery of us” is our reward. You will have discovered your own “Sweet Truth.”

Remember to Breathe. The beauty that surrounds us Lifts us up beyond everyday cares, Strengthens our resolve and brings us Peace …making Strong our Strength.

I stood at the edge o the world it seems and I found Peace.

One Mothers feelings on the day of Departure.

Will you love me still when I am old, and wrinkled and grey.

Morning sun was gently breaking into the day. The pond lay in shadows under its tree …three little friends waited

I close the door softly behind me … On the Life I knew before

It’s the way you say … “I love you,” with your eyes. At odd moments I surprise a look … so full and so deep, that I feel Heaven bound.

It was late spring 2003, with summer edging the horizon. The sun was shining, the breeze warm and tires were eating up the pavement.

I ask you … where were you In the darkness that was my night?

Humility … that is what life has taught me, and a special kind of pride … few would understand.

Abuse comes in many forms.

The sunlight played upon the window-pane, it landed softly upon the sleeping child.