It’s funny how things come together some days.
Today I got in the mail this book that I have been waiting for. I just need something like that, on top of a myriad other things that is supposed to satisfy my craving and desire for a calmer and more peaceful mind. For true and profound acceptance. [...]
Archive for March, 2008
Offerings
Posted in Books, Grieving/healing/finding Hope on March 28, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Job description
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope on March 28, 2008 | 4 Comments »
dunno where or how I get the idea that “grieving” needs a job description. guess it’s because I wish I can get a hold of this slippery, slimy thing, in vain hope that I can ride it instead of it riding me down.
I guess I also wish I can then write a contract for it. [...]
spill
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope on March 26, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I thought I was not going to be writing for a while, but I’m wrong. The words keep multiplying in my brain like rabbits in spring, and I don’t keep words inside very well. At a party or function or whatevers you will not find me the center of attraction, my spit going up in [...]
Read again. Try again.
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope on March 25, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I think most people who knows me knows that I have a black thumb. Except for that crazy luffa, that bullies its way through the garden even if you forget to water it for weeks.
Two weeks ago, we did some spring planting, and I thought to myself, “Hmph. I hope I only kill plants, and [...]
Two letters to the Universe
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope on March 24, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Dear Universe,
I am confused.
You gave me a baby when I was not really ready; and then when we were all fully prepared for the baby you took it away.
If the Universe provides for exactly what is needed, then why did Ferdinand die?
Now, we really want to have a baby. A live one.
Is our intention and [...]
100 random things
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope on March 24, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The girls still talk about Ferdinand a lot.
He is “our little baby” with the “tiniest butt”.
Sophia likes to draw him as the sun, or as a star.
This weekend at the cabin I decided to clean up and came across: two drawers full of his clothes, meant for the four weeks of “babymoon” after his birth;
his [...]
