tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109717392011-07-07T19:23:55.901-04:00I am a dweller. A city folk in search of escape. A nature lover stuck in pavement. I hate homework. I realized that life, is homework. It's prep work, it's research, it's reading, it's feeling, it's analyzing. It's awakening. And although we have no one to report to or get a grade, it is still work. I use to think it should be easy but now I am opening to the challenge. I toss out these words, like the junk on your dashboard.Stef Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08100776663410105426noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10971739.post-58152795437597643582008-12-04T20:40:00.003-05:002009-10-01T21:57:34.154-04:00The following was shared with me by a co-worker I really care about. In a strange way, he was very much a father figure to me. I wanted to share this with all the people I love and I wish them all, enough.<br /><br /><br /><br />Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.<br /><br />Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'.<br /><br />The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'.<br /><br />They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'.<br /><br />Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.<br /><br />'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.<br /><br />'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'.<br /><br />She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 'When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory<br /><br />I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.<br /><br />I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.<br /><br />I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.<br /><br />I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.<br /><br />I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.<br /><br />I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess<br /><br />I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.<br /><br />She then began to cry and walked away.<br /><br />They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.<br /><br /><br /> TAKE TIME TO LIVE....<span style="font-style: italic;">I won't becoming 'round here no more....<br /><br /><br />Life is too big and too interesting to spend it sitting in front of a screen.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10971739-5815279543759764358?l=backroomphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stef Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08100776663410105426noreply@blogger.com0