Tag: comfort

Daily Practice 2017.07.20 – Comforting the Afflicted

Daily Practice 2017.07.20 – Comforting the Afflicted

Word  Continuing to share items from The BeZine, our sister publication. Today's sharing is from Denise Fletcher. I have never met Denise but she is one of my company of writers at The BeZine!  Denise addresses creating Comfort Kits for those who are imprisoned. I am struck by how important this is because in the United Methodist system (my system), there are organizations that make kits for all kinds of disaster aid. Health kits, layette kits, school kits, bedding kits, relief kits--quite a variety. (See UMCOR). I think it is arguably true that those who are imprisoned need relief. Why not an imprisonment kit? You will have to go read the whole article to see all of her ideas! Comfort Kits Bring Relief to Prisoners and others in need, excerpt by Denise Fletcher ...Different f
Soothing Yourself in Times of Stress

Soothing Yourself in Times of Stress

Comfort, Compassion, healing moment, peace
Sometimes when I don't know what to write about, I look for an image that speaks to me for inspiration. Before I saw the questions below the image, the kittens gave me a warm fuzzy feeling that said, "Write about me!" The questions were a bonus. Sometimes it's hard for me to find that feeling of safety and comfort. Sometimes I need the reminder of how I can self-soothe. Maybe I can share the reminder with you for times you might forget too. I love my pets. Our house is filled with furry children--four cats and two dogs. I have a beautiful calico cat named Darby who loves to be petted. She lies next to me purring because she loves the attention so much. I can't help breathing a little more slowly and deeply when I hear that sound. Before I know it, I'm concentrating on the softness of...
Getting Through The Bad Things

Getting Through The Bad Things

Art, Comfort, comforter, community, Compassion, death, touch
I tried to help my wife get through losing her mother two weeks ago. She was in Canada with her family, and all I had to offer in our phone calls were words and phrases that sounded empty and meaningless. I didn't know what to say, so I just listened as much as I could and let her talk. But I couldn't truly offer helpful presence, because I wasn't there. After two weeks, when she finally returned home, I could offer that real presence and touch. When I think of offering comfort, it usually takes some kind of touch. Hold on to people who are hurting so that don't feel so alone. So many people need to be touched. Offer your love, your attention, and your touch. It is all blessed and healing.