Togetherness, care, listening and love are some of the major ingredients that binds a village to a homogenous place of comfort – of home.
During the time I have been part of the blogging there have been so many events, so many words and gestures that have warmed and filled me.
Voices from every corner of the world. An amazing feeling. Through words we manage to make ourselves real and as in any conversation we reveal more and more of who we really are under the layers of politesse and traditions. The being that is not just formed by other’s opinions but dare seek out their own.
I feel great gratitude to be part of this Village and may we all keep striving for continued generosity and sharing.
As I cant give you any fun little gifts I send all warm hugs and ask you to join hands for a huge ring dance.
You are all my friends, I thought with warmth
as I scanned each icon and face
of those who came to say hello,
maybe even stayed a while;
Shared the view from my window,
A rush of love shot through my heart,
I could hear your voices, your words
as you told of thoughts and events,
Also listened to mine;
I felt and partook in your light and dark
we also shared angst,
Questions of what life is about,
joy for all we are given.
Like a village we are,
talking in the square or coffee shop;
Sharing laughs and tears,
you matter much, each one of you,
Much more than I knew
I hope you understand.
Without knowing you helped me
through some hard times,
made my heart sing a new song;
Your kind words gave me confidence;
Confidence to sing.
© miriam ivarson