I stand immobilized on a deserted beach as night approaches. By the dunes, a tiny helpless kitten is struggling on the wet sand. Far away, a human baby lies, crying soundlessly.
I'm a near death survivor X2 (yes, I know, I know) and I am sure she has found her way and it's quite possible you helped by handing her a paper that meant, symbolically (or literally, who knows with dreams), that it was okay for her to go.
So beautiful, Sharon. Just a wonderful story of the love that connects generations, and the way caring sustains us and builds connections. Thank you for your this heartfelt piece.
I know/believe my mama stayed at her grave site for several years in the tree that grew next to it, being there to stay, care for me. When it died I knew she was no longer there.
Bob, Yes, looking over us from beyond this world until their time in the cycle arrives, but I think a part of them stays, and lives on in the memories that we carry.
Thank you so much for this beautiful piece, Sharon - for being so nuanced and open-eyed about how complex and imperfect all of us mothers (and daughters) are - but, yes, thank heavens, good enough!
Truth is complex because we as human beings are so complex, and putting it into succinct language that is linear makes it even harder. When everything is all at once, to decipher and tell it truthfully is both art and skill. 👍
Telling our truths is indeed risky and challenging. I don’t know how many of us could attempt this in isolation. I am grateful for this community’s support♥️
Loved this article & photo; James was such a wise child. You don’t have to be good at everything! Let some of us less brilliant stars shine in your galaxy. I love to cook from scratch; my way of showing love & giving pleasure. Susie wanted a traditional daughter; you were always your own person. I loved and was in awe of you; still am. ❤️🩹
I'm a near death survivor X2 (yes, I know, I know) and I am sure she has found her way and it's quite possible you helped by handing her a paper that meant, symbolically (or literally, who knows with dreams), that it was okay for her to go.
A much longer conversation, but growing up in a Cantonese family, we believe/know there exists so much beyond what we see or in our waking time.
I would be very interested in that at some point, were you interested in talking about it. :)
Yes yes I am writing from this space too…
So beautiful, Sharon. Just a wonderful story of the love that connects generations, and the way caring sustains us and builds connections. Thank you for your this heartfelt piece.
Mary, Thank you for reading and for your very kind generous comments🙏♥️
I know/believe my mama stayed at her grave site for several years in the tree that grew next to it, being there to stay, care for me. When it died I knew she was no longer there.
Bob, Yes, looking over us from beyond this world until their time in the cycle arrives, but I think a part of them stays, and lives on in the memories that we carry.
Thank you so much for this beautiful piece, Sharon - for being so nuanced and open-eyed about how complex and imperfect all of us mothers (and daughters) are - but, yes, thank heavens, good enough!
What a beautiful heartfelt piece. Thank you. ❤️
Truth is complex because we as human beings are so complex, and putting it into succinct language that is linear makes it even harder. When everything is all at once, to decipher and tell it truthfully is both art and skill. 👍
Telling our truths is indeed risky and challenging. I don’t know how many of us could attempt this in isolation. I am grateful for this community’s support♥️
Loved this article & photo; James was such a wise child. You don’t have to be good at everything! Let some of us less brilliant stars shine in your galaxy. I love to cook from scratch; my way of showing love & giving pleasure. Susie wanted a traditional daughter; you were always your own person. I loved and was in awe of you; still am. ❤️🩹
Everyone is a unique special shining star in the connected universe we share♥️ In end, we all are stardust…
Lovely