Unearthing Gifts…

The storm swept through
The rain poured down

The wind blew hard
No-one could move.

Rivers appeared
In streets and driveways
Carving paths of destruction
Laying mud in its wake.

Sunshine followed
The working begun
Re-laying the tiles
Clearing the mud.

Stories are shared
Of fear and couragebottles
Damage assessed
Repaired and recovered.

Out of the mud
Appears gifts well hidden
Flowing up from beneath
Storm water has driven.

Bottles of old
Medicines and what not
Melted by fire
Their history to be uncovered.


About R Congues

Funny enough, this blog has become the expression of my hopes, dreams, love and experiences. It came about because of the situation I discovered I was in, and I am delighted to see it grow and heal into something different: I am a parent of two children, one who has experienced severe anxiety that became disabling in all aspects of their life. I am a teacher of Maths, Science and Religious Education with a Masters in Special Needs Education; I am a qualified Reiki master, with a love of art and creative experience. I am not a professional in the fields of psychology or medicine. (If you are interested in these perspectives there are many internet sites to use.) I am simply expressing my experience in my own unique way.
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