“I know that I was already really dead. I know that I have no way back to life. Only he who was faithful to death was given the crown of life. I know that physical death is but a stage – the gate of the fourth kingdom!” (Lena, the owner of the palace / Leah …
Seeing the other, the other is a very sublime virtue. Most often, observation is through filters of culture and time. After all, when did we stop to look at another without the automatic translation we run in our head examining it beforehand? Is he like us? Is it different? From our conference? Richer? Poorer? Are …
My little loved ones. At nightfall, I enter your rooms and look at you asleep. Your eyes are closed, your muscles are relaxed, and the blankets are twisted around you, unremarkable. Your light hair rests on the pillow, and the smooth skin with the freckles glows in the soft moonlight that trickles through the window. …
Another chapter from Becky’s blog, Mother of Junior (name saved in the system), is 11 years old. New shoes. Long pants that reveal socks at the ends. A tight shirt suddenly seems to have changed its purpose and no longer allows for relaxed movement.What is a miracle? What makes a daily event wonderful and wonderful? …
Heroism. Not many know this, but I carry the sign of heroism and courage on my chest. True, for the sake of modesty, I do not wear the ornament in the usual way. Still, the public must know that a woman is selfishly decorated and that neither one nor two see me as the pinnacle …
I created two children with my own body. There is nothing I am more proud of than this glorious work.An intention preceded the work itself. I embroidered the children’s dreams one by one with my husband. The man who came into my life in my early twenties and had been filling me with belonging ever …
My bed is a womb. She absorbs me in her moments of need and protects me in whiteness from all evil. My bed ever wondered a white witness. All quilts and pillows will shine from a pure whiteness.,Soft cotton, soft in the duvet, and spreads lavender scents. This is how I want my white cloud …
Junior has pneumonia. It feels like being on the beach with a black flag fluttering over the lifeguard booth. Although everything is under control, there is a smell of violent danger in the air.The “noise” ignition silences any other event occurring in the environment, just like the noise of the waves crashing on the shore …
If in the past I had rebelled and paved my way myself, then today I find myself “grateful.” And while you may think this is a spiritual ascent, I mostly find myself a prisoner in my gratitude. Imprisoned in a situation that requires me to thank from the bottom of my heart every person who …
