I am from books,
From iPads and aPhones.
I’m fromm hard stones floors and fuzzy cat hair.
I’m from the grass swishing in the wind.
I’m from the oak tree that I used to play on in my childhood,
I’m from Thanksgiving and Christmas,
I’m from my Grandmother and Grandfather.
I’m from TV dinners and board games and sleeping late on the weekends.
I’m from stories and jokes and Hush little Baby.
I’m from hiking in the woods by streams,
I’m from Texas and Wales.
I’m from mashed potatoes and sausages and from canoe trips where snakes lurk in the trees.
From Black eyes and Baby pictures of me on my dad’s shoulders.
Rhys's Survival Blog
I am alive
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen “Anthem”
Because I’ve lived many years, I’m from many experiences and memories. I realized the innumerable blessings I’ve had. I’ve learned to appreciate the meaning of Cohen’s words about a “perfect offering.” Let the light in!