Every Sunday at my facebook page, I share a morsel of love through my passion for Mantra, Reiki, Stories & Poems. This week, I have written & made a short auto-ethnographic story to share with you.
The film footage is taken on my mobile phone as I am walking back from the Dylan Thomas Boathouse in Laugharne, where myself and many others had gathered after the funeral of our dear friend, Mark Montinaro, who has, by his sudden departure, shown us just how fragile life is. And it was on this walk back to my car, that it dawned on me how much pressure we are under to constantly smile, even when smiling is the last thing we want to do, so much so, that sometimes our smile can disconnect from our core ... which is what inspired this short story, The Woman Who Always Smiled.
Much love to you, dear ones
Author: Cheryl Beer
My name is Cheryl Beer. This blog is a sacred space for me to share love. I am so overwhelmed by the levels of fear and hate in the world that I feel almost powerless to do anything about it. Surely, someone as small as me couldn't possibly make a difference, could they? In my youth, I tried being angry to make change. In my thirties, I tried postulating research to make change. In my forties, I tried rolling up my sleeves and running myself ragged to make change, but now, as I pass through the menopausal stages of my fifties, I know in my heart that I can make the biggest change simply by living love and sharing love. Not the capitalist notion of love, not romantic love or sexy love, rather the pure raw energy of being a compassionate, caring human being, for in sharing this, perhaps I will inspire others to follow suit.