While my father was in the hospital I stayed with my cousins Judy and Chris, since going home to Willows was too far away to be a daily option. Their back bedroom (or as nicknamed, "The Green Room at the Walnut Inn")became my home away from home.
Since I stayed at the hospital at night I slept during the day. Every morning I would come into Judy’s home to find my bed turned down, flowers at my bedside, a picture book on my pillow. Later when I would wake up their table would be set charmingly with a home made meal and a glass of red wine waiting for me.
I was spoiled beyond words. Treated like a Royal Princess. I soaked-up every bit of their kindness and was able to hold vigil by my father’s heart because I had their faithful foundation underneath me.
All this is to say… Happy Birthday Judy! Thank you for giving me a safe refuge everyday unconditionally.
When was the last time your love helped someone help another? I am amazed each day by the lessons of love I am receiving. Compassion comes from experiencing something first hand, and then being able to share from what you have gained, witnessed and learned to another.
Everyday there are ways to love one another. To give to another. What an extraordinary gift to receive someone’s compassionate heart and feel it breath into your own…
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