In the West of Scotland
A portion of chips
Is a cultural dish!
In the West of Scotland
A portion of chips
Is a cultural dish!
I took this picture last autumn (‘fall’) while walking down by the riverside not far from where I live. I live in the city, so I love glimpsing and paying attention to nature’s beauty wherever I find it.
This avenue of trees particularly caught my inspiration. I hope it gives you a warm feeling too 🙂 x
I was touched by her heartfelt posts, reaching out to connect with others and to be an encouragement to others.
If you have the chance and are so inclined, please visit her Blog and say ‘hello’. I hope you don’t mind me sharing your Blog, ‘notalone’. 🙂
I also have felt the ache of loneliness and even being alone in a crowd or amongst friends, and know that many others have felt similar things also.
I have been encouraged from ‘day 1’ of blogging here by the feeling of community and connection that sharing our thoughts and a glimpse into our individual worlds brings.
I wonder if you have any suggestions as to what can help someone feeling this way? What healthy ways of coping with loneliness do you have?
I believe that God cares for us and that ultimately we always have SomeOne to reach out to. But it’s not always easy to feel or believe that. We need human companionship too.
But what happens when that is not available?
I think in addition to reaching out to God (for me, personally), we need to learn to be our own best friend, when too often we can be our own worst enemies. The thoughts we think about ourselves really do have such a powerful impact, not only on the state of our mind, but also on our mood, physical and emotional health and our ability to cope with the day to day things of life.
I would encourage you, if you are feeling alone and isolated to think about what might help you.
Here are some things that have helped me. I’d love to know what works for you, so please feel free to respond in the comments.
Much love. x
When I am in a ‘good place’ within myself, I also find solitude immensely satisfying, especially being out in nature – so there is a difference between being physically alone and being lonely….we just need to find the healthy balance and manage our feelings along the way.
Let me know what works for you, if you so wish. Oh, and say ‘hi’ to my new friend over at Blogger.
I trace the contours of the moon with my eyes. I once thought she was my ‘guiding light’, but I was so lost then. I cried out to You, but the skies were sealed to my desperate pleas. Muffled in silence I quietly wept. The despair was potent in the mere thought that there could be life without You.
People came and went, not caring. They didn’t need the moon, nor You or anything beyond that real and solid thing in front of them there, in that moment. I would rather die. Or be as if I had never been. I was suffocating, desperately longing, but You were not there, or so it seemed.
At a cross roads yet again, led by the aching of my soul, to find and to Be Found. My heart was shattered glass within me, I bled inside, and there was no Healer. And yet I knew. If I desperately searched, surely, somehow, someway I would find You. For I knew.
Seventeen. Reaching out for meaning. Being led and not seeing. Seeking to live in the depths of now, and yet so wounded. Trying to hold myself together in a fantasy. Trying to walk away from the pain. Inside, eleven, twelve, frozen in trauma and a child’s helpless sorrow. Where were you? Where are you now? I bleed. I bleed.
Is this the mid point? I saw You, I cried out for You, not Who or What anymore, but You and You came to me, rescued me, and are healing me. I belong to You and to no other.
Who is there in heaven but You? There is none that I desire, but *You*.
Your blood is that scarlet ribbon that ties me to You. Only in looking back can I trace the echoes of Your grace, the handprints of Your love, and the broken bread crumbs of Your Sacrifice, scattered along my path, hidden in darkness yet present each and every day.
If I am lost, it is in Your certainty. I do not know the path ahead, or how to heal what has been wounded. But You Are The Path. The Way that’s found me.
You trace the deepest caverns of my soul. And there, You Love me. Endlessly.
You dreamed of a life graced with the calm simplicity of a Kinkade painting. One in which sunbeams would dance and float upon the stream that gently carried you through your days.
“Row, row, row your boat….”
And perhaps that is how your voyage began, once upon a time, in simpler days. Leaves fluttered and fell and were caught upstream. And Thumbelina and Tom Thumb sat cradled upon one of those leaves, waving to you happily as they drifted gently by.
“Gently down the stream…”
I can see you there. Your delicate hand upon the rough bark of that old oak tree. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. Praying….
A stray piece of driftwood bobs by and out of sight.
“Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…”
You cannot stand on the shore forever. There is too much adventure in your heart to let your timidity be the rope that tethers you and holds you back. And so you build for yourself a boat, and set sail gently down that playful stream.
“Life is but a Dream!”
Only your stream refuses to remain calm and playful, and the tides turn.
“Life on the ocean waves!”
Water crashes against the rocks of your life. You are thrown overboard. Seaweed strewn, a straggler to the shore, you are water laden, and carrying lessons heavier than the rocks.
But the pebbles around you are buff and beautiful. Years of being battered by harsh waves have made them so. And you reach down into the rock-pools for a starfish, but find an oyster shell instead. The harsh grinding of grit and grain has birthed a gleaming pearl inside, that you know.
You are overwhelmed. In the distance you see a lighthouse, and from it the only Light you need. Overwhelmed with joyous defiance or defiant joy, you are not sure. Drenched with the fresh water of life as waterfalls find you. Buffeted, yet gloriously you shine, a sweet reflection of that Greater Light, with a depth and a smoothness that that gentler stream could never bring out in you.
This storm has passed. You are Alive!
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