She lives on in me and so will I.
Tag: mother
A system where love can flourish
There is a story I wrote, where I questioned if my father loved my mother.
Of course this doesn’t come out of nowhere, but it has been something I have been thinking about lately.
Perhaps because it was father’s day.
I was thinking about this boy that I have been meeting.
Where I didn’t feel even a single feeling.
That I am now open to love
It is long I have struggled with the relationship with my mother.
A connection never lost, since we were separated, when our ways parted in Mumbai, India.
However the connection got lost somehow.
Not necessarily to be found, but due to space, time and the way of living.
Not by circumstance.
It is the reconnection of her presence. To understand her passing.
To grieve a loss that is part of life.
We all loose someone that is dear to our heart at one point in our life.
But it makes me wonder, what it is that makes it special.
This reconnection with my mother.
For knowing that I carry my mother’s love
Every day I write, about my life, things I experience when it comes to love and that needs to be processed or said.
At least for myself.
I was wondering.
Something I caught myself, not been doing so much lately.
Wondering.
Love is Patient
I was thinking about marriage and what that really means.
I have met some people, that carry on their finger a ring.
As I have thought about the foundation of love.
Just one of my stories.
I was thinking what can happen when it comes to marriage.
Better to say of how it happens to get married in the first place.
So many ways of reaching that destination, perhaps even a goal of life for some.
Lakshmi Love
‘You know’. Is how I started.
I needed some time to think about what I wanted to say.
What he had told me was very personal and I could see he was still trying to understand for himself what he actually had said.
His face was looking down.
We were sitting a bit apart from each other.
I was looking at him.
Equal Love
I don’t know exactly anymore how we finished the conversation.
But I remember turning around again and sitting behind my computer.
I was at work, having this conversation.
While staring at the screen of the computer, I had to think of my mother.
How I could still feel her. Around me.
Tears were coming up.
Secret Love
For a long time I have wondered. ‘Did my father love my mother?’
It wasn’t a random question.
In relationships I always felt so in love with the other person. It wasn’t something that was painful.
I was loving secretly.