Contemplative Counseling

11/14/2025

11/14/2025

11/14/2025

11/14/2025

11/12/2025

Come to know these parents,
the human beings who held you
not knowing
how to hold themselves.

Who didn’t come into this gig
with a parenting degree or qualification,
not even instructions.
But were handed a whole, precious world
when they looked into your eyes.

They raised you
while still trying to mend
what life had broken in them.

Worked while they were exhausted.
Loved you through long,
sleepless nights.

They kept going
often through their own heartbreak,
flaws, confusion,
and coping mechanisms
they had yet
to outgrow.

Parents who maybe
didn’t always say or do the right thing.
Or loved you
in the way you needed.

It’s a heavy mantle.

But look again:

The phone call, checking in.
The sweater left folded on the bed.
The warm meal, or thought, or encouraging word.
The light left on ... just in case.

Sometimes, they were too much.
Sometimes, not enough.
And in time
they’ll come to know this better
than even you.

Perhaps behind the strictness
was fear.
Behind the distance ~ exhaustion.
Behind the silence,
the distractions:
the weight of a hard world.

They were never perfect.
No human will be.
And yes, some,
less perfect than others.

But they gave what they had.
And sometimes
more than that.

So maybe now,
as we grow into our own roles,
and life asks us to dance
steps that look achingly familiar,
we can look at them again
with wiser eyes

and grow, together.

~Not from perfection,
but through grace.

~Not because we have it all together,
but because we choose,
despite all of this difficult, messy humanness ~

to love anyway.

Rachel Alana (R.A. Falconer)
Midwives of the Soul

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11/10/2025

11/10/2025

11/10/2025

Dear world,
Please be gentle with grieving hearts as the holidays near.

They walk among us, often quietly and unseen.
They wear smiles that seem bright. They laugh in ways that sound real.
They show up for others while silently carrying the weight of someone missing.

Some will set the table with one chair empty this year.
Others will hold a recipe card in their mother’s handwriting and feel the ache of her absence all over again.
There will be real moments of joy—followed by the sharp sting of knowing new memories being made don’t include the one they wish was still here.

It’s the strange beauty of being human: joy and grief, forever intertwined.

So when you see a grieving heart, don’t look away.
Lean in. Cry with them. Sit with them if it’s all they can manage.
And let your love be louder than their silence.

It’s true, love can’t fix grief.
But it reminds us we’re not alone in it.
And that’s what matters most.

-Her View From Home

11/10/2025

11/09/2025

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11/09/2025

Life is a series of steps we take,
From birth right through to old age,
We gradually discover who we are,
As we work through every stage.

We cannot be the same at sixty,
As we were at seventeen,
We evolve through life experiences,
Changing what we might have been.

On this journey, regret holds no place,
As, we can never, turn back time,
Each choice we made, shaped the path we trod,
And every mountain we had to climb.

So be content with the process,
That's unfolding through each new day,
And be proud of the person you're becoming,
As you allow faith to lead the way ..

🖋️C.E. Coombes
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