Window of My Soul







When I look into your eyes I see the eyes of many faces.

I hear the voice of many waters and feel the hearts of many souls.

I hear the cooing of a dove, your unconditional love.

Graceful and unassuming.

When I look into your eyes I feel your need for my love.

You devour my presence and inhale my every word.

When I look into your eyes, my children

I see you, but I also see them

The others who I know not, but that I dream about.

Children from many places, many walks and many races

I see you.

I feel you.

And I pray for you.

When I look into your eyes

I can see through the window of my soul.

I see you

Your trials and tribulations.


imagesCALM4F43Often times I am overwhelmed with the love I have for my children. I value them and motherhood so much and I hope that loving energy flows to them, unfiltered, just as I feel it. Being a mother has given me an outlet for loving that is so endearing. And the love that you see in a child’s eyes draws upon that love even more. I AM IN LOVE!

Children allow you to love as you’ve always wanted to, but were afraid to for fear of being rejected and hurt. But, that won’t happen with children. They love you back, even when you’re not the best parent, they love you anyway.

As a Counselor, I am a witness to the resiliency of neglected and abused children. They still love! They continue to seek the acceptance and love of their abusive and neglectful parents. CHILDREN ARE MANIFESTED LOVE and I AM IN LOVE…with LOVE.

Sitting here today, I am thankful that God has blessed me twice with the experience of carrying and nurturing life. I am in awe of the fullness of the blessings God has bestowed upon me. I wish that everyone could see children for the blessings that they are, an opportunity to love and be loved; to teach and be taught; to nurture and be nurtured.


Mouths of Babe: Homelessness & Orphans

As adults and parents we often see ourselves as the authority, that we are raising our children; teaching our children, when they are also raising us; teaching us, if we let them. This past weekend we watched Rio, a fabulous animated comedy set in Rio de Janeiro about a rare domesticated macaw named Blu, for the tenth time when my daughter made a simple statement that the boy in the movie was homeless.  I added that he was also an orphan. “Isn’t that what I said, she asked?” So, I explained that he was not only without a home, but without parents, an orphan. She was quiet, “Oh”.

While it seemed like a lesson for her, it has also been an eye opener for me. This simple conversation led me to my “in the matrix” sort of unknown ignorance or misconception of who “Our” orphans are. Where are they?  It is sort of like the misconception that slavery doesn’t exist anymore and definitely not here in America. Wow!!! But it does!

We hide our trash and dirty laundry so well. Our “advanced” society has learned to package and communicate the worst, the best, making us believe that it isn’t what it seems. It is! Foster Care is our orphanage hidden behind various organizations and homes. We don’t really see children on the streets. They seem to be neatly tucked away into people’s homes or group homes and treatment facilities. Maybe I need to just visit some homeless shelters to get an eye full of the TRUTH. Continue reading “Mouths of Babe: Homelessness & Orphans”