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In talking about those that want to block us out because of our Parkinson's problems, I reached down to pull out some things I would want to say. I'm sure each of us have someone in our lives we want to be closer to, but we don't force the issue because of our awareness of their feelings. As noble as this is, we are destroying the chance for love. Perhaps we hide our own feelings from others. If so, then these words are for you also. Either way, we each should take a moment to: LISTEN TO THE NOW You shy away from me. As I reach out for you I can see the doubts, the fear in your eyes. I understand the questions that you cannot ask; will I be here tomorrow? Will I be here to laugh with you, to be a part of your dreams? Will I be strong and healthy or will I become a shadow, a weak mist? Do you love me now and let the pain of tomorrow sweep over you or do you let the love die here and save tomorrow for a memory? There is a story of the white swan, often thought to be the purest of God's creatures. To them alone was given the power to fly high into the skies, past the clouds, beyond the sunrise, to fly into heaven and return. To them alone was the power given to see tomorrow without dying, to return with a knowing of that which lies beyond the next sunrise. Had I been born as a swan so that I would know, I would share my knowledge with you. If I had the power to follow into heaven and return, I would tell you all I saw. As you, I am but human. Tomorrow lies beyond our knowing; as does the other side of a cloud, as does the mystery beyond the horizon. Listen to the now. Hear the sound of my love for you, as strong as my heartbeat, as real as my breath. I am here, as are you, in the present. This moment will pass from existence, but not from our memories. The tomorrow you fear is the today we share. Let it not slip away, untouched, because of a fear of the next moment. To us is the choice of not loving for fear of tomorrow, or to not have the memory of love in our remembrance of yesterday. Listen with me to the quiet. Listen to the love that I have for you. Is that a tear? Yes, I know. Sometimes it hurts to let go of the fear, but we can let love replace it. And if we are very quiet, maybe, just maybe, we can hear the sounds of the swan's song as she wings her way back from heaven. Peace, Jerry Finch ************************************************************************ * Tracking #: D9F06058A1C38C48BB0B13CFD4FF5B1E3F7C10B7 * ************************************************************************ -- Habitat for Horses, Inc. A lifetime home for abused, endangered horses. http://www.habitatforhorses.org/