We are build up of little stories, experiences that all together craft and make sense of our lives. Like a fragile spiderweb, we work on it day and night, building the bigger story. And then one day we are gone, and the spiderweb will be gone, with it our memories, the little stories that once were so important to us. Pride and ego then will be so unimportant. Material things left behind. And like that old song says, we will be just " dust in the wind".
© Gloria
Dear child,
It was hard to focus in motherhood while also going through divorce. Yet, listening to your happy laugh always made a difficult day better
I remember a special day that made me so happy. It was your first time at the zoo. You were sat in your umbrella stroller when we entered the Laid Jungle at the Omaha Zoo. Your eyes opened wide with excitement as you saw the indoor trees and heard the different sounds of the monkeys, the birds and other animals in the jungle building. You stepped out of the stroller and started walking with small toddler steps. First with curiosity, and then with excitement.
I smiled. My heart filled with joy. The zoo was that place where we could be happy. We could laugh, walk for hours and forget about the rest of the world. It was our little special place. Every year, for many years I invested in that zoo membership and many springs, falls and summers we spent quality time walking up and down that place.
These days it makes me sad that the zoo is no longer affordable for single parents like me, because I know how many fun playful times we spent at that place.
Well, this is the first of many letters. Perhaps some day you might read them. Perhaps you might not.
Mom
It hurts
Sometimes
To cut the ties
With what you love
Because
Your own sanity
Is at play
It hurts
Like when a bird
Opens the. Cage
And flyes away
And yet
Opening those wings
Feels like freedom
And peace.
But still hurts...
With colder nights
And yet
She florshed
And stood there
Like the summer
Will never end
Learn her ways
My friend
For tomorrow
Is not here,
Yet,
And yesterday
Was today...
Flourish, shine
Be brave, be bright
Stand tall
Alone,
If you must
But never, ever,
Give up!
©Gloria photo Gloria
There was once a little paige that pretended to be a king. He ran around pretending. Always pretending. One day he came across a princess and she fell in love of this fake king. Later on she realized he was just a page...but she was still in love with him.
Time passed by and one day the paige met another queen and he decided to chase after her. After all, a queen has much more to offer than a princess. The princess was heart broken for a while but she finally found her way back to her path, and worked in growing and moving up to the next level.
The paige in the other hand fall victim of his own greediness. His new queen was a fake too and had nothing to offer other than lies. All his hopes of greatness were crushed down to the ground and he longed for the true love he once had found in his princess.
Next week is the crowning of an Emperatriz. She was once a princess that did not know her strengths until she met a fake king who was a paige. Ah! The ironies of life. The grass is never green in the other side of the fence. Just water the grass in your side and you will have a great lawn. It takes work and patience! We are constantly changing and growing. Tomorrow you will not be the same than today. Be willing to change. One day at a time. One thing at a time, like a caterpillar.
©Gloria
photo© Gloria
Broken, like a happy bird
That was flying free
And was deceived by
The transparent glass
Of a modern building.
He lays now immobile
Breaking the monotony
Of the concrete floor
With his silent presence
Lifeless, and I look at it
And occurs to me
That there is some beauty
In being dead.© Gloria photo Gloria
