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r them too.” ~ G. Doyle, President of PACE</blockquote>The timing of those words and sentiment were beyond ordinary. Sometimes we need a lift when we put in hours and days of writing and wondering who is really reading what we write?However, a stranger took the time to let me know how he shared my words on hundreds of tiny brown seed packets.This was a gift of humanity.Here’s the poem he quoted from which is featured in my latest book, <a href="http://amazon.com/author/carolynriker">My Dear, Love Hasn’t Forgotten You.</a>I’m going to give you a handful of wildflowers so, each petal that falls will remind you that the earth breathes, and the moon rises.Sorrow is not only reserved for death but for not living our deepest soul truths.Fetter not the ways of the past but give the giving of you. Challenges are cardinal cups of courage supported by the eyes of heart, the solution of solitude, the sit-with-me-quiet.<p i

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d="441f">The wants are real. The questions that layer over flat lands bend with the scent of rain before its birth reaches you.There will always be a cluster of promises that will break us and then sees us for what is our truest true.This reminds me to believe — even if we think our words are wild to the winds — they aren’t.Someone will pick them up. Dust them off. Read them and above all feel them. And if we are fortunate, they will tell us!Our words are seeds that touch us — heart to heart, so we both will grow.Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC, is a licensed psychotherapist and author of three books of poetry and prose. Her latest is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1733009914">My Dear, Love Hasn’t Forgotten You</a>. If you’d like, follow her on Facebook at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRikerLMHC/?ref=settings">Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC</a> or <a href="https://www.instagram.com/carolyn_riker/">Instagram</a>.</article></body>

When Our Words Reach Someone

And they take the time to let us know

I received an email last week, with the kindest words. The type that make this writer’s heart glow. I am still super touched.

Here’s what they wrote:

“Hi Carolyn,

I’m the President of a program called PACE (Parents Active in Cooperative Education) that essentially organizes extra parent volunteers for elementary classrooms at our school.

Last week, I mailed all of our families a packet of seeds. And on each packet, I printed a quote from one of your poems.

I truly hope you don’t mind. I found your words warming to my own spirit in troubled times and I wanted the hundreds of members in our organization to hear them too.” ~ G. Doyle, President of PACE

The timing of those words and sentiment were beyond ordinary. Sometimes we need a lift when we put in hours and days of writing and wondering who is really reading what we write?

However, a stranger took the time to let me know how he shared my words on hundreds of tiny brown seed packets.

This was a gift of humanity.

Here’s the poem he quoted from which is featured in my latest book, My Dear, Love Hasn’t Forgotten You.

I’m going to give you a handful of wildflowers so, each petal that falls will remind you that the earth breathes, and the moon rises.

Sorrow is not only reserved for death but for not living our deepest soul truths.

Fetter not the ways of the past but give the giving of you. Challenges are cardinal cups of courage supported by the eyes of heart, the solution of solitude, the sit-with-me-quiet.

The wants are real. The questions that layer over flat lands bend with the scent of rain before its birth reaches you.

There will always be a cluster of promises that will break us and then sees us for what is our truest true.

This reminds me to believe — even if we think our words are wild to the winds — they aren’t.

Someone will pick them up. Dust them off. Read them and above all feel them. And if we are fortunate, they will tell us!

Our words are seeds that touch us — heart to heart, so we both will grow.

Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC, is a licensed psychotherapist and author of three books of poetry and prose. Her latest is My Dear, Love Hasn’t Forgotten You. If you’d like, follow her on Facebook at Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC or Instagram.