Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

His Words Are a Gift

When I started writing about 6 years ago
I wanted to share about some who were so
important to me in my growing up years,
those that passed on before them
and stories shared by
 my mother and grandmother.
These entries were mainly for my grandchildren
and some pictures and stories I shared
were new to my children

An important contact was a second cousin.
The grandson of my mother's sister.
He shared so much valuable information
with me and sent copies of genealogy research
that he had done.  I am ever grateful for this.
I have passed on to my children
where most of this information came from.

Such encouragement were his words when
I was trying to decided whether to leave my city home,
follow my heart and move
back to my country property.

"The cabin can be your final creation as a builder in the physical sense,
while at the same time serve as the nurturing point for your new love of writing.
Let the closing of one door serve as the opening to another.
I think you will find having a retreat in which to escape and create,
putting thought into words, will prove equally as pleasing as that received
from the love and devotion you spent in building homes.
Buildings can impress, but words can inspire.
So build your cabin and continue your journey, until the last leaf has fallen."

Yes, 2 months (1/2009) after this was written to me, clearing woods and construction
on my cottage began.  I upgraded from a cabin to a cottage :)

This is his comment on the poem
that I shared yesterday
"The Moment"

"Enjoyed the poem.  So true.  The only thing we own are our memories and even they
often betray us.   I sometimes sit in my great-grandmother's rocking chair, the one she
rocked my mother in as an infant, and I am deafened by the silence of those who have
already passed.  I look at the various items which were a part of their lives and which
their hands touched.  I still think of them as theirs,  I merely their caretaker, till others
come along to fill the position in years to come."

My reply   " You have such a way with words, we are alike in many ways
                     and you are young and I am old."

His reply
made me smile    "You too have a way with words and are much like a poet with your thoughts.
                               Yet, I am not as young, nor you as old as our years would suggest.
                                For in many ways I am much older then many who are my age,
                                while you are much younger then many who are yours"

Thank you
special cousin
your words are a gift to me
I do believe
you are much wiser then you think you are......


Sallysmom said...

Wonderful words that were shared with us.

lil red hen said...

So special ~ thanks for sharing!

Anvilcloud said...

He is very poetic.

Balisha said...

I can see why he is so special to you.

Elsa Louise said...

The two of you sound so much like kindred souls. I think you are both quite wise.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Elsa Louise, so good to see your comment and hope all is well.
Keep in touch
Sallysmom, Charlotte, Anvilcloud
and Balisha, thank you..

Judy said...

What beautiful words--he DOES write and express himself very well. As do you!

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