My mother. She was a classic mother. If we killed someone she’d visit us in prison. She was a difficult woman but her love was deep and enduring. I received her ashes. She gave her body to a medical school and was cremated after. Looking at urns. Keeping Mom’s love near.
I’ve been really wondering a lot today . . .
Whose enduring love
do I carry with me?
Whose indeed?
I generally feel loved by the Universe,
my Source,
the Mother of us all,
but when I think about it
I am not at all sure about human love.
I have been
and am
cared for and liked,
been useful and kind and convenient,
but loved deeply?
I don’t know.
We are all so damaged . . .
my dear husband loves me.
He’s happy to see me
when he comes home from work,
and enjoys the things I do for him . . .
he likes some of my quirks
and tolerates others.
He enjoys my companionship
and the warm comfort of my body at night . . .
he likes that I balance him out
and listen to him,
that I buy the kind of salad dressing he enjoys,
and that I work hard
at whatever I do.
My son’s love
is a lot more complicated,
but I believe he cares for me
and is enjoying our rediscovered relationship,
but I don’t know that he loves me.
There is no other living family . . .
my father may have loved me,
but I am not so sure about my mother,
brother or sister.
Aha.
I do know this . . .
my grandmother loved me,
and I knew this in my heart of hearts
when I was a child,
so perhaps I’ve been carrying that love
all these years,
never realized it.
It’s all okay . . .
I don’t need tears or comfort,
encouragement or consolation . . .
it is just the way the cloth is woven right now.
I love being cared about,
and I love loving . . .
I love a lot. ♥
I love you from afar, dear Sparrow! I wish we could sit and have some coffee or tea together and look at your garden and the things you keep around to inspire your creativity.
Love has always been a moving concept for me, dear Sparrow. Many definitions, types and feelings. Still love prevails, best given without any riders, I believe.
Of course I have my grandmother’s spirit inside of me somehow. She was a tough as nails, resilient refugee from the former Yugoslavia. Something about her experiences has imprinted on my spirit and I feel I can overcome anything because of her.
My son’s enduring love not only for me but all the animals he and his wife Lindy have saved. For the organic garden they grow and share with others each year. For the young men he has trained and helped grow in his trade. I’m thinking of one of them who calls me grandma!
Currently, my wife Elena, gives me an incredible amount of love and support. And like today’s Word For The Day, perfectly describes our situation.
And the enduring part, would certainly be my mother. I felt her love for me. She was dealt a very difficult hand, and she certainly could have handled it better, but I no longer judge her for that. I wasn’t in that situation and I’m not sure what I would have done. She had an unrealistic faith in my ability to take care of myself. Or maybe as the youngest of five, she kinda gave up on me. But I never doubted her love for me. And here I am. Because of her, I have survived, and even thrived. I think of her often and wonder what she would think of my (and our country’s) current situation.
Your mother did the best she could,
dear Charlie,
as did mine,
as did I . . .
we are all
doing our best
with what we are given.
You give me hope
that you realize this with your own mother. ♥
At some point many years ago when things were tough for me as a divorced mother of two toddlers I read a line that has stuck with me over the years: At any given moment, you’re doing the best you can in that moment.
Maybe it isn’t the best you’re capable of at some other time with more energy, more time, more resources, more sleep, on and on. It’s the best you have in that moment. “Best” doesn’t even necessarily mean “good” in this reading. It’s a reality check, maybe a comfort.
Most mothers aren’t perfect, Charlie. But it certainly warms our heart when our child can accept that and love us in our lack of self awareness. Thank you for sharing. It is helpful to me and many others I am sure.
My twin sister. Despite the fact that we now have different lives in different directions, her love is always with me. I do what I can for her, and the same goes for her on her end. Happy Monday, everyone!
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My sweetheart.
My parents.
My maternal grandmother.
My daughters.
My siblings.
I have to say family and very close friends that have passed before me. Each one I hold in my heart dearly 💕
My mother. She was a classic mother. If we killed someone she’d visit us in prison. She was a difficult woman but her love was deep and enduring. I received her ashes. She gave her body to a medical school and was cremated after. Looking at urns. Keeping Mom’s love near.
I’ve been really wondering a lot today . . .
Whose enduring love
do I carry with me?
Whose indeed?
I generally feel loved by the Universe,
my Source,
the Mother of us all,
but when I think about it
I am not at all sure about human love.
I have been
and am
cared for and liked,
been useful and kind and convenient,
but loved deeply?
I don’t know.
We are all so damaged . . .
my dear husband loves me.
He’s happy to see me
when he comes home from work,
and enjoys the things I do for him . . .
he likes some of my quirks
and tolerates others.
He enjoys my companionship
and the warm comfort of my body at night . . .
he likes that I balance him out
and listen to him,
that I buy the kind of salad dressing he enjoys,
and that I work hard
at whatever I do.
My son’s love
is a lot more complicated,
but I believe he cares for me
and is enjoying our rediscovered relationship,
but I don’t know that he loves me.
There is no other living family . . .
my father may have loved me,
but I am not so sure about my mother,
brother or sister.
Aha.
I do know this . . .
my grandmother loved me,
and I knew this in my heart of hearts
when I was a child,
so perhaps I’ve been carrying that love
all these years,
never realized it.
It’s all okay . . .
I don’t need tears or comfort,
encouragement or consolation . . .
it is just the way the cloth is woven right now.
I love being cared about,
and I love loving . . .
I love a lot. ♥
I love you from afar, dear Sparrow! I wish we could sit and have some coffee or tea together and look at your garden and the things you keep around to inspire your creativity.
I do too,
dear Barb . . .
I think you have much to teach me. ♥
me too, how I would love that:)
What a pleasure that would be,
dear Michele . . .
I could show you all the ‘little things’,
and you might see a few bats. ♥
😍
Love has always been a moving concept for me, dear Sparrow. Many definitions, types and feelings. Still love prevails, best given without any riders, I believe.
Thank you,
dear Joseph,
for the clarity. ♥
Of course I have my grandmother’s spirit inside of me somehow. She was a tough as nails, resilient refugee from the former Yugoslavia. Something about her experiences has imprinted on my spirit and I feel I can overcome anything because of her.
I Cary the spirit of Charlie Kirk and pdiddy with me
A lion does not concern himself with employment
My husband’s of a standing 56 years
My biological father and mother, grandmother, my siblings, and many friends.
My children’s, my parent’s, God’s and all my family that watch over me from heaven.
I carry with me the enduring love of my parents.
My son’s enduring love not only for me but all the animals he and his wife Lindy have saved. For the organic garden they grow and share with others each year. For the young men he has trained and helped grow in his trade. I’m thinking of one of them who calls me grandma!
Your son sounds like such a kind and caring person, Carol Ann. People who rescue animals have a special place in my heart.
Isn’t it beautiful,
dear Carol Ann,
to have produced
such a wonderful being as your son,
no matter what part you played? ♥
Currently, my wife Elena, gives me an incredible amount of love and support. And like today’s Word For The Day, perfectly describes our situation.
And the enduring part, would certainly be my mother. I felt her love for me. She was dealt a very difficult hand, and she certainly could have handled it better, but I no longer judge her for that. I wasn’t in that situation and I’m not sure what I would have done. She had an unrealistic faith in my ability to take care of myself. Or maybe as the youngest of five, she kinda gave up on me. But I never doubted her love for me. And here I am. Because of her, I have survived, and even thrived. I think of her often and wonder what she would think of my (and our country’s) current situation.
In my estimation, your mother done good, Charlie!
Your mother did the best she could,
dear Charlie,
as did mine,
as did I . . .
we are all
doing our best
with what we are given.
You give me hope
that you realize this with your own mother. ♥
At some point many years ago when things were tough for me as a divorced mother of two toddlers I read a line that has stuck with me over the years: At any given moment, you’re doing the best you can in that moment.
Maybe it isn’t the best you’re capable of at some other time with more energy, more time, more resources, more sleep, on and on. It’s the best you have in that moment. “Best” doesn’t even necessarily mean “good” in this reading. It’s a reality check, maybe a comfort.
Most mothers aren’t perfect, Charlie. But it certainly warms our heart when our child can accept that and love us in our lack of self awareness. Thank you for sharing. It is helpful to me and many others I am sure.
The Creator. Blessings this Monday to all☮️
The universe!🌱🙌💯
My husband, my best friend, and the love of the ineffable divine.
My twin sister. Despite the fact that we now have different lives in different directions, her love is always with me. I do what I can for her, and the same goes for her on her end. Happy Monday, everyone!
And a Happy Monday to you Ngoc!