I’m sitting on my bed, surrounded with paper, pieces of a new book.
Contemplating a re write more detail. Shall I start over again? Colours, smells descriptions painting the picture to make things visible for the reader.
The autumn sun is shining the sky is blue and the trees on the bank seem to dance around the silver bark beckoning me to go outside
I’m distracted by silly things the glass is blown we need a new tilt and turn window.
It opens onto the grey flat roof of the kitchen extension. Next doors fat black tail less cat Charlie sits looking thoughtful on the edge of the roof.
I have locked the door. Turned off my phone.
Today is mine I needed to just be. To be gentle with myself its been a hard week.
To be here in our cottage by this window finishing the book that was supposed to be finished in June.
I love this place this house I muse about my journey what brought me here.
To this canal this cottage.
The small circle of friends I hold dear.
The girl that I was, has stopped running and is now settled happy I am content with my lot.
Itchy feet the gypsy wonderer has pushed down roots deep into this magical place.
I’ve never been materialistic food in the cupboards diesel in my little car and mine and my family’s health that is enough. Anything else is a bonus.
A good friend of mine and I were talking on what’s app and referred to a job we both did previously which involved caring for vulnerable adults. She used the term carrying their stories.Boomthat really struck a chord.
It was true. Very.
I have always been drawn to work that involved caring, nursing supporting vulnerable people it’s what I do best.
Disadvantaged children, Learning disabilities, Homeless, Addicts Mental health.
Now I’m a Soulmidwife Holistic Therapist .
The common thread in all of this is the stories.
I believe that that is the key to genuinely helping someone who is in a vulnerable position is listening.
Getting to know their story. Not just their diagnosis or their addiction or situation. How did they arrive at this point?
Each person I have worked with has their own complex story listening is the best gift I have given.
I have heard some horrendous stories, some sad some disturbing. But they are all pieces of a puzzle that makes a whole.
Now as a soul midwife I listen to wishes regrets and plans of patients who are end of life.
I have heard of baby boy given up for adoption in the war and a life then spent teaching and caring for other people’s children and a choice to never marry or have another child after a strict father forbid her to ever speak of her baby again. Sadly, she never got to find him. But the day after she told his story I sat held her hand as she passed peacefully knowing she had spoken his name and someone had listened.
I have contacted estranged siblings and listened to stories of lives that have been so similar apart regrets that family feuds hadn’t been resolved earlier.
I have listened to stories of abuse, rape self-loathing and harm. Reassured not judged held shaking hands
A hug a hand to hold sometimes reassurance that ‘you can get through this ‘the simplest things are the greatest gift.
So next time you walk by that homeless person or sit next to that old lady/man on a bench remember that every one of us has a story. Many stories that entwine into one life we collect along this path our journey.
Listening hearing and genuine acceptance are greatest gifts you can give.