The Bus Journey

The simplest of things can bring meaning to you
And guidance is received to help you get through
The journey of life as you travel the path
It’s amazing what brings a smile or a laugh

Although I am writing about my own journey
I believe that sharing enlightens others to see
And contemplate life and how it all fits in
So my story of bus journeys, I’ll now begin…

As a toddler and child I was uncontrollably shy
My parents were bewildered, they didn’t know why
I wouldn’t go anywhere without screaming and fuss
So it was always a nightmare to take me on a bus

With no car and living in the remote countryside
The twice weekly bus was a vital lifeline to ride
Although I don’t remember those first early trips
Excruciating tales I heard from my parents lips

At four years old starting school I began to change
Although still deeply shy, I wasn’t so strange
My school I loved going to was a few miles away
So I travelled with my brother on the bus each day

When I was about eight, in holidays I began to stay
With my grandparents who lived quite far away
One day out with my nanny on a bus trip to town
I couldn’t ask for a ticket, all I did was frown

I knew the words, but they just wouldn’t come out
It took a few more years for me to lose my doubt
Then I could talk to people, just a little at first
My acute shyness had eased, the dark cloud burst

Several years later, at fifteen I began to date
A childhood friend, it all just seemed to be fate
Our families were friends, so the weekends I’d stay
Travelling on the bus to meet him on a Friday

The journey would take quite a long while
So lost in my thoughts, I’d daydream and smile
Planning our future together, forever more
The time soon passed, it was never a bore

Although I looked out the window, I didn’t see
The world outside, I was just focused on me
Enjoying the delightful thoughts that I’d find
Flowing so easily around in my mind

There were places to go together, and things to do
A couple of years later, there were wedding plans too
But from that time, the most memorable moments of all
Were treasuring my growing, precious bump, so small

All of my hopes and dreams were coming true
The bus rides I enjoyed as I thought through
The years ahead with my own precious family
I was young and in love, oh, how happy we’d be

Once wed I’d still journey, but the opposite way
Missing my parents, I’d visit often on a Saturday
Over the months as my pregnancy did progress
The bumpy journey was uncomfortable, so I went less

My beautiful baby girl was born in early spring
So all through the summer I delighted to bring
Her out on the bus and wherever we would go
She’d get attention, as a proud mother I’d glow

The following year it became much trickier to ride
The bus as there was a baby brother at her side
In those days pushchairs always had to be put down
So it was very difficult to do much shopping in town

They were 2 and 3 years old when my last was born
So I could only manage to journey if a sling was worn
Snuggled and so cosy, the baby would sleep away
So I’d talk to the others and think of games to play

My attention had began to go outside of the bus
To keep little ones occupied, so they wouldn’t fuss
Playing I Spy, or just talking about all we could see
Through children, nature’s heart opened a little to me

One amusing incident sticks out in my mind, so well
The things little ones say, are such a delight to tell
Crossing over a ‘Toll Bridge’ I had tried to explain
She thought coins were stacked up, to take the strain

The years flew by and they all grew up so fast
I learned to drive, so bus rides were in our past
But journeys together were never quite the same
Without sharing the sights and playing a game

When in my thirties my son made me a nanny
My heart and eyes were truly opened wide to see
The world through a child, so innocent and pure
I was blessed with more angels who awoke my core

Travelling on buses with my young grandchildren
All so eager to explore and just simply having fun
Flooding back in my mind, fond memories I’d recall
Of my children, the same when they were so small

I was once again living in the beautiful countryside
Separated, then divorced, my marriage had died
Sometimes I would take the bus to Oxford city
I noticed nature more now, so abundantly pretty

It was on one of these journeys when I was alone
I gazed out the window, my thoughts on a roam
Words floated into my mind from the great somewhere
I knew they were for children and that I would share

‘Where Is God?’ the poem I recalled and wrote
When I finally got home and took off my coat
It was one of the first poems given to me
On my journey to being who I came here to be

When alone, another thing I would often try
Was sending thoughts to people sitting close by
I had learned how our minds are powerful tools
Enabling so much if you allow, and positivity rules

I’d close my eyes and send out bursts of love
Knowing they’d receive it, blessed from above
No one we encounter is ever simply by chance
As we go through life in our law of attraction dance

I would sometimes send out healing rays of energy
With my eyes closed I focus, I didn’t need to see
Often I’d know I’d finished and then opened my eye
They were getting off the bus, I blessed them goodbye

In more recent years I’ve spent three hours or more
On buses to visit family, the time is never a chore
Now I adore the abundance of nature out of the window
While listening to Abraham-Hicks, my Soul is aglow

Through my bus journeys of life, I have conveyed
My thoughts and directions, how my route was laid
Why not reflect on your own life and see what you find?
The simplest of things can bring Awareness to mind

Trina Graves – January 2017


About This Poem

It’s probably no surprise that the idea to do a poem about the bus journeys through my life came to me when I was on a bus! I jotted down a few notes at that time but it was a few years later that I actually sat to write it! With so many bus journey stories to share I always knew it would be a long poem, so I guess I just put it off. Unlike all my other poems, this one was not written on one particular day but over several days.

Everything in this poem is a true part of my life. I would love to know the reason why until the day I started school my parents could not take me anywhere without me screaming the place down! The only thing I remember about it all is ‘hiding’ with my arm bent across my face so no one could see me! 🙂 My mum tried everything to console me but eventually discovered it was best to just ignore me! So, this is the only part that I don’t actually remember, but like I say, my parents certainly told me, many times!

The poem that was given to me on a bus is on this blog: Where Is God? if you would like to read it. 

 

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Granddaughter Sophie (2010)
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Don’t Die With Your Music Still In You

Title Quote: Wayne Dyer

You came here with a message
You came here with a plan
Somehow you would contribute
To elevate your fellow man
Everyone of us is unique
No two are ever the same
Your exclusive inner calling
Is your Souls indelible aim…

Music touches everyone’s Soul
In so many different ways
Relaxing, enlivening, provoking thoughts
Bringing emotions to everyone’s days
If composing or playing music
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Music Still In You

Books are an unlimited way
To share, teach and inspire
Enabling the use of imagination
They aid to focus your desire
If eloquence through the written word
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Book Still In You

Art has an abundance of forms
To push your creativity
Whether the artist or the viewer
There’s more going on than what you see
If expressing yourself through art
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Art Still In You

Performers delight us all
In the myriad of ways they choose
Entertaining on stage or screen
Audiences are enthralled whatever they use
If sparkling on centre-stage
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Performance Still In You

Websites and Apps are relatively new
Communications that exponentially grow
Transmitting to the entire world
Positive energy can ultimately flow
If lighting-up through the network
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Website Still In You

Speeches can be timeless
Simple words touching eternity
Enthusiastic depth of feeling
Give hope, strength and clarity
If articulate public speaking
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Speeches Still In You

Inventions change the world
The Universe will eternally expand
Ingenious minds can create great things
When placing their vision in their hand
If creating inspired ways to help others
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Invention Still In You

Charity affects all humanity
A kind, giving nature shows a pure Soul
Working tirelessly, even behind the scenes
Contributes benefits to the Whole
If supporting with your time and assistance
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Charity Still In You

Healing is a Divine offering
Coming through an abundance of ways
A doctor or nurse in modern medicine
Or a channeller of Spiritual Rays
If nurturing health and well-being
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Healing Still In You

Charismatic people can shine through
Life’s challenges, doubts and fears
Their presence influences others
To be optimistic and wipe away tears
If radiating positive joy
Is what you came here to do
Share your passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Charisma Still In You

Love is the greatest blessing
To give and to receive
Above all else it is the one true gift
That survives us when we leave
No matter the other reasons
Love Is always what you came here to do
Share your true passion with the world
Don’t Die With Your Love Still In You

Trina Graves – 9th November 2016


About This Poem

I, like many others around the world, felt a change when the wonderful Wayne Dyer made his transition to the other side. His loving presence is now so much closer to us all. From his humble beginnings to becoming the world-renowned author and spiritual teacher, he was, and still is, a source of abundant love, wisdom and inspiration.

I love so many of his enlightening quotes and this one was an easy choice to use for a poem. I began with a list of ideas to cover, obviously music was the first and I also wanted to include websites and writing to remind myself to ‘get on with it!’ I have a close friend who is an artist so that gave me another verse, and performers of stage and screen were an obvious option. The rest just came out in the writing.

I believe we are all here for a reason, whether it’s to become known worldwide or just in a small family group, it makes no difference – everyone is important and has a vital part to play in this game of life. 

Don't Die With Your Music Still In You - Inspirational Poem by Trina Graves - Spiritual Quotes To Live By

While We Are Sleeping Angels Have Conversations With Our Souls

Title Quote: Unknown

While we are sleeping
We let go of physicality
To experience our true form
Of Spirit, unlimited and free
We can go anywhere at all
With no limits of time or space
Explore our magnificent Universe
Or our past-lives we can re-trace

While we are sleeping
The concept of time disappears
Losing all of its boundaries
Only to the physical it adheres
After closing our eyes to sleep
It seems only minutes have gone by
When many hours later we awaken
And adapt to times apparent lie

While we are sleeping
The door is open wide
To step through and appreciate
The world on the other side
Our Spirit leaves our body
Resting peacefully in our bed
We’re attached by a silver cord
It only breaks when we are dead

While we are sleeping
Our true self guides the way
We regain our pure perspective
And digest the current day
Although plentiful things transpire
Remembering only happens to a few
But just because we have forgotten
Doesn’t mean it isn’t true

While they are sleeping
Those nearing their life’s end
Are making preparations
To more easily comprehend
The letting go of this world
And moving on to better things
They are more likely to remember
The messages ‘sleeping’ brings

While we are sleeping
We can visit those we love
Here, or those departed
Transitioned to the Above
Sometimes we can recall
A ‘dream’ of those who’ve died
Our love unites us forever
Meeting eases tears we’ve cried

While we are sleeping
Some give assistance in many ways
Helping others make their transition
At the ending of their days
Or being with someone who’s down
Needing an uplifting smile that’s all
We are all linked together
Supporting each other forevermore

While they are sleeping
Babies bask in Spirituality
New to physical restrictions
Their Souls requisite to be free
Growing so fast requires sleep
As their minds and bodies change
Over years time works its wonders
And sleeping patterns rearrange

While we are sleeping
Our body’s cells all adjust
Unhindered by limiting thoughts
It’s why sleeping is a must
Our bodies can miraculously heal
And sleep plays a crucial part
In recovery from disease or wounds
To mind, body and emotional heart

While we are sleeping
We connect to our Higher-Self
And can take the opportunity
To assess our abundant wealth
In the multiple aspects of life
Our goal is to constantly do our best
Our Higher-Self knows the plan
Enlightening us when we’re at rest

While we are sleeping
Our Guides are always there
To support and give assistance
Because they truly care
They chose to be with us
For our life here on this Earth
Always giving loving guidance
Before and since our birth

While we are sleeping
Heavenly Angels gather around
Pure, Divine Beings of Light
To us mortals they are bound
Giving constant unconditional love
Helping us reach our goals
So, While We Are Sleeping
Angels Have Conversations With Our Souls

Trina Graves – 15th February 2016


About This Poem

This is one of the poems where, after praying and asking for guidance, I first wrote down a list of the ideas for each verse: being in Spirit, concept of time, visiting those passed on etc..

Some of the basis of this poem comes from my experiences…

I have been told by family members of how when some of there loved ones were nearing death they had vivid dreams of: climbing, crossing over, leaving family –  but always knowing what they were moving onto was good or better. 

Many years ago, at a Spiritualist church the medium spoke of how many people spend their sleeping hours working on the other side. She talked to one woman about the love and comfort she was giving to babies that she cuddled each night. I loved this idea and the thought of it stuck with me.

I have dreamt of what I believe are passed lives.

The verse about babies being new to physical restrictions and therefore needing more sleep to be free, was not something I ‘thought’ about, but once written made so much sense to me, so it is my favourite verse from this poem.

While We Are Sleeping Angels Have Conversations With Our Souls - Inspirational poem by Trina Graves - Spiritual Quotes To Live By