Our Stories

 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 

The Agreement

 

There was upon a time, a distant planed, where a big flood was sent to punish the inhabitants for their greediness, their mean behavior, and their lack of love and empathy.  Only one man and his family were spare from the punishment, and that man was assigned a big task: to save two animals from each species...well when that flood finally ended, there was the start of a new day...and an agreement was made, that no big flood will ever destroy the planet again. At least no in totality. A rainbow is a reminder of that agreement.  

Letters to My Son

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 

Struggles

 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...