Tag Archives: love

2017 – Live every minute with love, grace and gratitude

Standard
Courtesy of M.A.Q.

Courtesy of M.A.Q.

What a lovely start to the new year! Happy thoughts of health, joy and compassion. I am so grateful to welcome in another year to help me fulfil my oh-so many hopes, dreams and aspirations. Thank You!

Indeed, yes, a wonderful way to kick in 2017… Sparkle! Bloom!

As we celebrate, let us remember family, friends, strangers, children, babies – all citizens of the world, no matter where they reside, regardless of race, colour and creed. Extend a warm, loving handshake of peace and kindness. For we are all God’s children.

Send a prayer out to those who are battling inner demons…may they find the calmness they are searching for.

Pray for….

…strength for those struggling with health issues…may they discover comfort and ease.

…courage for youngsters who are troubled by peer pressure…may they gain the confidence to stand tall.

Amen.

Here, I would like to include my special thoughts … Being sent out to everyone…

May God embrace you with His love and mercy.

May you enjoy good health and success.

May happiness be yours.

May your dreams be realised,

And your hopes and wishes too.

May His light shine upon your home,

To keep you and your loved ones safe.

Amen.

‘Tis the time for reconciliation,

A warm embrace and forgiveness too.

Treasure old acquaintances,

Welcome warmly new friends.

Cherish memories of the past!

Enjoy new experiences.

Have fun and celebrate!

Life is like a tapestry of magnificence..

That is interwoven with precious family and friends.

Allow compassion for everyone, young and old alike

Be strong in sorrow and steadfast in trials,

Let not setbacks discourage, but rather stir up fierce determination.

Value health, it’s His greatest gift.

Breathe the air and be thankful;

Thankful for the sense of sight, smell, taste, touch

And listen to the sound of the Joy of Life!

Accept the challenges,

Shoulder new responsibilities.

Dare to be remarkable!

Dare to be positive!

And, above all… Dare to be good!

May 2017 be your best new year.

Thank you for being a part of my life.

Peace. Love. Light.

God bless.

Maloquacious © 2017

Advertisements

Whispers of the heart

Standard
Courtesy of S.Q

Courtesy of S.Q

Sit a while, my friend. And, listen.

Give ear to the silence. It is deafening.

It shouts out.

Close your eyes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Let go of the stress.

Think of a sweet image.

A scene, so serene,

Soothing, calming,

Caressing, embracing.

Perceive the warmth,

And the gentle feel of…

Fairy dust,

Angel sparkle.

A caring cuddle,

A big, bear snuggle.

Take to heart, and appreciate…

The LOVE that blooms,

And the PEACE which rules.

So…

Let go of the stress,

Toss out all distress.

Remember!

Ne’er despair..

Of His loving care.

For He is always there..

In silence, be still…and listen…to Him.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

When the soul speaks, the heart listens

Standard

“The most painful tears are not the ones that fall from your eyes and cover your face. It’s the ones that fall from your heart and cover your soul.” ~ Author Unknown

When you are unable to open a new jar of jam. And you burst into tears. That’s okay.

When that beautiful bone china teacup slips from your hand and shatters into smithereens. And those tears pop up again. That’s okay.

When someone you wholeheartedly trust, wickedly betrays you. And you sob, bitterly, the tears just gushing out. That is, also, perfectly okay.

When, one day, feeling totally distraught, you happen to find yourself, all alone. And having to bear new responsibilities, both financially and emotionally, single-handedly – raising children, guiding them, advising them, being their rock – then weep if you must, but hang in there, tight.

Cry, oh, do cry! Oodles and oodles. Let the tears just flow. They are a part of the healing process.

Most importantly, tears are a language only God understands. He has heard the silent screams of your heart and soul. Indeed, you are not alone for He comprehends and, He is there beside you…always is and always will be.

Therefore, no matter what, do not despair!

For, once the tears have dried, and your vision is crystal clear, look above you. There’s that wonderful rainbow, beaming bright and cheerily, in all its glory. Yes! Just as He promised.

So, persevere and have faith. Keep that hope going strong. And… Trust in His timing, for His timing is perfect. Just let Him do His job!

And, believe me, do, when I tell you all this – for, I too, have been down that road. Yes, with my big bagful of tears. But I waited, though, I must confess, a wee bit impatiently, for that promised rainbow.

Today, with His grace, I stand before you, a much better, stronger, wiser, tolerant, and a more loving and compassionate human being.

So…

When the soul speaks, the heart listens. Keep peace in your soul, love in your heart and grace on your lips.

Love and Light. God bless.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

I feel so blessed, I must confess

Standard
Courtesy of A.A

Courtesy of A.A

 

‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
The quiet, the serene.

Whispers of the breeze;
The buzz of bumblebees;
Rustle of the leaves;
The sunshine, ah, the peace!

I feel so blessed
I must confess
To realise I am no less
Than he, she and the rest.

I am His child, without a doubt
As are we all, just shout it out.
All are equal, there is no doubt,
Loved by Him, of us He’s proud.

So let me dream
Beneath the tree
Of the “good, kind me”
I intend to be.

Realisation?

… Aye!

‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
His eternal love for me.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

I’d like to be..

Standard
Courtesy of M.A.Q

Courtesy of M.A.Q

I’d like to be..

The rainbow in your cloud

The peace in your thoughts

The blossoms on your tree

The buds on your rose bushes

The whispers on your pillow

The feathers in your duvet

The diamonds in your tiara

The gold among your silver

The sheen of your shoes

The starch in your shirt

The fragrance of your perfume

The smile on your face

The reason for your happiness

The giggle in your laughter

The cause for your success

The positivity in your mind

The desire for your goodness

The example for your compassion

Lastly,

But not the least

I’d like to be…

The hope for all your tomorrows.

Therefore, live on, my precious children,

Be happy, healthy and content,

Fear not, stand tall, walk on,

For this, the legacy, I leave behind

Is yours, alone, to keep;

And in your prayers,

I’d like to be..

Always.

And,

Forever.

Maloquacious © 2015

The Rumble in the Jungle

Standard
Courtesy of N.G

Courtesy of N.G

 

Deep in the jungle, in the heart of it, there stood Rigamaroo
His mind was in a whirl and twirl, he didn’t know what to do.

Too much trouble, hubble bubble, shuffle and kerfuffle
Such was life, thought he, poor me! Rock bottom, in a scuffle.

Can’t think straight, caught in a tangle, feeling drab, dull and dead
Swirling, twirling, swooshing, whooshing, yikes, ’twas a bee buzz in his head.

The stress, alas, was too much for him, he was down, deep in a jumble
Frazzled, boggled, puzzled, oh gosh, what a humongous muddle!

All the worrying, the fretting, the doubting, oodles doom and gloom
His mind, no good.. Should he go left? Or, right? He didn’t know what to do.

Glum-faced, puckered lips, furrowed brows – peace, was what he yearned for
Yet, still, along the winding path he trudged; a figure, hunched…quite sore.

What was his problem? His quandary? His quantum of irrationality?
Why go in the jungle, with its creepers and twines? It made no sensibility.

But, Rigamaroo just toddled and hobbled, without an end in sight
He turned right, then, he turned left. Next, left and, then, again, right.

Bewildered, befuddled…..now left on his own – I ask ye, was poor chappie okay?
No, methinks, not. For ’tis best to have a confidante, to share, discuss, to have your say.

As when you’re open to discussion…a kindly ear, a gentle embrace, or just a simple pat on the hand
Boosts one’s morale and, the self esteem, enhances – ah, so that is why it’s called a healing hand!

Right? Are you? Really, right? Rigamaroo questioned me..
Since now he felt so much better, happy, healthy and carefree.

My reply was…

“Well, I am your Guardian Angel, my duty is to care,
“Though, of course, you cannot see me, but, I am ever there.”

 

Maloquacious © 2015

L’affaire d’amour with Monsieur Fromage

Standard

I’m all starry-eyed. Yes, I am. Forget Mr Right, I’ve found Mr Cheese aka Monsieur Fromage. I’ve discovered new horizons that tickle my fancy and stir up my soul. Yes, if cheese be the food of love, play on, maestro

I love Cheese. Aye, the Cheese that is the very essence of cholesterol. But shush, not a word to dear doc. I’m definitely not sharing my happy news with him…as yet. If ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise (or dead). Okay. I promise to stay within limitations. But, as they say, joy knows no bounds.

And, so—as Sandie Shaw rightly serenaded, ‘Love is just like a merry-go-round‘—I shall remain, as long as I can, head over heels, and completely intoxicated.

Many handsome cheeses have warmed my heart, ’tis true, tempted my spirit, whilst some, alas, beguiled my trusting soul. Therefore, I shall name, but just a few.

Edam

A small Edam cheese and a cheese-slicer.

Image via Wikipedia

Too aged, rather yellowish in complexion. A good traveller, but slightly nutty and salty. Quite sharp and firm, therefore, a wee bit unfriendly. Always wore a coat of red, day and night, night and day…most irritating. Good bye, Edam.

Gouda

Gouda Slice

Image by Marcus Hamaker via Flickr

What a strange orangish complexion? Apparently, with age does become sweeter, tinged by caramel (now that, I adore). Spoke excellent Dutch. Confessed that a cousin ‘Stinging nettle cheese’, or “Brandnetelkaas” is a gouda that contains stinging nettles. Oh? Ouch. Best to keep away. Afscheid.

Stilton

Stilton Cheese

Image by formalfallacy @ Dublin (Victor) via Flickr

Very English, with impeccable grammar. Oddly enough, wafted a strong smell, and sported a rather strange blue complexion. Had delicate blue veins radiating from the centre…centre of what, I have yet to find out. Always munching at celery and biting into pears…the ‘crunch-crunch’ drove me bonkers/bananas.

Read the rest of this entry