a line of word crumbs , and simple words from me and others

I have a friend who writes nice long emails, full of words that make me smile and make me think. I try to write back with words of my own, but I never feel I quite measure up , but I would not give up these back and forth emails for the world.

I read a book once, it was a series of  letters between two penpals, one in the United States, one in England.  This exchange started when the lady in the US picked up a book that this man had written and she sent him a letter to let him know she enjoyed the book. These were actual hand written letters and they continued to write on a regular basis for years and years, till they both grew old and eventually the lady died .  What I loved about them was they grew to know each other and to love each other as if they were living close and often meeting face to face .

I mention this because I do believe people can grow close in ways besides being physical. After all, the body is just a house that our soul and spirit (or some may call it energy or mind)  lives in. We are more than just flesh and blood. I think that part of us,the flesh or as dP calls it, the meat suit , haha,  is the most insignificant part of us to be quite honest.  I don't feel like going into this too deeply, it was just something I have been thinking about because of something someone else said which made me wonder if it was worth bothering with writing anything at all, much less sharing from my heart.

I do know through the years I have formed some close bonds with people through the sharing of words and I do believe words hold power that touch does not. Much more power.

There was this person I started communicating with many years ago who lived on another continent. I actually first encountered him through YouTube and somehow we began writing back and forth and that went on for quite awhile.  Another of my "brothers" is what he became. He was in a very bad place in life when I first ran across him and I reached out through WORDS.   And because of what he wrote to me months later, I realized that words have the power to help and to heal, as well as to hurt.

I've always tried to be a person who uses my words here and through emails to help and to heal, not to tear down.  I've talked to a lot of people through writing blogs and emails over the years.  Most I have never met and most I never will meet.  But I know my words made a difference to many because they have told me so.   Maybe it was just taking the time to care, even though I could not physically be there to help them. And even had I been there physically, for the most part it would have been words they needed more than touch.  Sincere words and caring, and someone to listen. Someone to love them for their mind and not their body.

Anyway, this is what he sent to me after awhile, when he was in a better place. I was humbled by his words to me.

To Lia,

you pulled a thorn from a lions foot,
the day you came to me,
with healing hands and gentle words,
my wings you have set free,

upon a rock i sat alone,
waiting for a call,
to ease my pain and suffering,
a gentle breeze from home,

a prayer i sent so long ago,
in the ice field full of snow,
for one to warm my very soul,
and save me from the fall,

the sunshine came to a darkened sky,
and alowed me to see again,
warmth and kindness from far away,
heat from ice filled rain,

a tapestry of soulfull words,
sent to longfull ears,
to bring joy and happiness,
and dry up all the tears,

it is you that i talk about,
in these unworthy rhymes,
oh healer of deepest wounds,
forgiver of youthfull crimes,

may these words hit their mark,
my arrows fly true and straight,
may your heart be full of love,
and never feel the hate,

thank you my friend for all that you are !

                         ****



I'm just saying that we can become very close to people without ever meeting in person. So yes, sometimes all I have are my words, but my words or your words can reach across the miles to touch, and comfort and heal.

I read something the other day, some words by the poet Lang Leav --

Distance  by Lang Leav

It was all I wanted for the longest time -- to open my eyes and see you there.
To stretch out my hand and touch the soft , yielding warmth of your skin.
But now I have learned the secret of distance.
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity .

                                ****


I think that says it much better than I ever could.  

I started to write this post the other day . I was in a bad frame of mind and my words would not come to me in a way that I felt deserved to be shared with you out there who take the time to read what I have to say.  That part of the title about a line of word crumbs, I left it in the title, but am not going to say what I was going to say the other day.  It would be petty.   I will only say I love the words of others, I crave them even, but I don't like small talk or obligatory words.

Earlier I was looking out the window here in this beautiful place called Idaho so far from most of you, my readers, and I was thinking how  I love each and every one of you that stop in to read. I will probably never meet any of you face to face, but  I want my words to touch you in some way, even if they just make you laugh, or think, or know that distance does not prevent the heart from caring.


Peace ~

(Simple words spoken from the heart because I care, more than you know)