We can improve how we respond to women (all living breathing humans) in distress. 🖤 Those who still suffers and, often, suffering secretly. But also teenagers, I meet often many in distress and anxiety.
It is important we learn their names and stories. It should not take years. Children and teenagers, should only be concerned about homework and whats for dinner. Thats what I told to the Justice department.
Grieving is an important way to say goodbye to a loved one. Painful as it is, it’s a way to remember that you have felt love. Grieving is an important direction towards healing. It doesn’t mean to forget, it only means when time is right, you are ready to give the love you had, to someone else.
You are not replacing. You are starting to understand the meaning of unconditionally love.
When it was time to say goodbye to Gummibear, our beloved rescue horse, was it important to have my children present. Their schools understood when I wrote and explained.
The children and I picked wild flowers while talking about life and death. Not to fear, however, dare to feel, and let go.
There is no ending. Only a new beginning, somewhere else, where the grass is greener.
You are the creator of this moment. It is your path, no one else. It is your reaction, how you want to react, no one else.
The energy flows around and through. Constantly. Even the day you leave your shell (body) wanders your energy another place.
For survival, we need to be aware. It is like reading the weather. We read the moment, the life, the situation. It is not about that something could go wrong, it is about things going right. That’s Amore!
Southern Italy 2010 –Olivia is five years old and Max is three years old.
Having children can often be a great and wonderful challenge. Children dare to be more outspoken, and in every conceivable situation. Also I have noticed when I give the children what I think is ‘good’ advice it is really me who should listen extra carefully and follow it instead.
Since I am not much better at keeping my own room in order though I desperately try…or do I, honestly?
One day the children and I went to the veterinary clinic with a sick dog we had picked up from the streets. His name was Lui, the locals told us. The dog was older and had been ‘happily’ homeless for several years. However, now he had problems with his joints after so many nights out in the cold. The dog Lui had also an internal disease, which had to be kept under control with medication. The children and I could offer Lui the following: a warm dog bed, good nutritious food, and the right medicine. Not to mention all the love we would pour over him. His last year would and should be good, we promised him. The vet welcomed us without looking me in the eyes.
Max, my son, protested loudly that one should always look into one’s the other’s eyes when greeting. Abashed, I smiled at the vet.
While the vet examined Lui, I updated him about the dog’s background.
“I don’t understand all these people who rescue sick dogs!” the doctor muttered.
When I was on my way to protest, he put the stethoscope in his ears.
I bit my tongue, smiling towards my children who looked like two small question marks.
“In my opinion this dog would never live!” exclaimed the vet. “You collect a lot of sick animals.” he continued.
My daughter Olivia looked at him with her wise blue eyes and replied calmly,
“And you collect a lot of negative thoughts. My mother always says that no one should collect such thoughts!”