Sweet, enchanting, haunting music fills my spirit as I gently stroke the soft brown curls on that little head. It is by all comparisons a small and tiny mind that seems insignificant almost dismissible. I realize in a profound and significant way the tremendous love and allegiance that is within that little mind. I know in the bravest of ways he would defend me to the end.
But not now. Now is the eve following a long day. Here he stayed patiently and longingly for my return. That rest and relaxation would come only once I darkened this door. And now we are together resting in warmth and comfort by a fire.
Beautiful sweet music fills my mind taking me away to places I long to be, reticent to return to the reality that surrounds me. I treasure the quiet and the adoring silence. It lifts my spirit, and reaches inward to my soul. I long to stay in that place mindful of the ever present reality that’s always there to take me back.
But at least for now, for this moment I can stay in that place, a place of peace, a place of quiet and tranquility. Treasure the moment.
Paula Hines
It was one of those little nights that somehow somewhere along the way seemed to be a big night. It's Junior High. It's Volleyball. It's kids, my little kid, a big grown up Grade Seven-er, almost thirteen year olds, heading off on the ferry to Newfoundland for a sports tournament.