She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
Category: Making Sense of the Journey
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Old Lang Syne – a distant refrain,Streamers tossed and glasses clinked-Happy New Year hugs again;Cosy journey home. New Years’ resolutions madeHeartfelt messages sent at TwelveHugs and milos, love and laughterDays till I’d be home. Mum and Dad stay put and young ‘unsRace down to the beach-Distant New Year Fireworks crackle,Ten minutes from home. Backyard New…
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Your hand on my back woke my senses, Your openness unlocked mine- Your kindness made my heart beat again… For a chapter in time. © M. Patterson 2025
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In a house with chaos, loud and draining, Lives two frazzled parents asking For wisdom in droves and abundance of patience, Stretched beyond anything they’ve ever known. Hard to explain one day to the next; Calm for a short time then busy at best; Never quite enough hands or love in action- Someone always lacking…
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Reblogging an old poem that still means so much on my journey. From my heart came a cry, Which You helped me share in words; When I was weak and crushed, You helped me recognise the storm. Not from You, but for good- You allowed this storm to come; Though it damaged, You restored, As…
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Tonight I made an observation that gave me (and the plaster on the walls) hope. My teen actually hugged me, accepted my apology for chiding too much and… didn’t slam the door. Projectiles were thrown earlier (I’m getting better at dodging them!) and I got called an idiot and a moron but… the door wasn’t…
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Over the years, many films have moved me to tears, but only a handful of movies have gone one step further, touching my soul. I Still Believe, is Jeremy and Melissa Camp’s story. Something stirred within me with regards to the trauma of the past five years. Lockdowns, profound losses and very low points, forgetting…
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Monday marks the anniversary of the day we saw a great unravelling in our family. The most disturbing news came to us piece by piece, in relatively quick succession. I held a newborn baby in my arms in the early hours of the morning, when the trauma turned to disbelief and shock and temporary almost-…
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Tonight as I sat on the end of my eldest son’s bed, pushing through comments like “stop wasting my life”, he finally snapped out of it and quizzed me on some Italian music terms. After impressing him with my memory recall, we came across a term that eluded me, yet sounded familiar. It means, “but…
She hath wings 