Mia Mattsson Mercer

Children and Animal Warrior

Tag Archives: Writing

One Tree Gives Many Pleasures

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Every year, am I incredible thankful and happy, for this gorgeous cherry tree. First I can enjoy the amazing flowers, then, the dark blood colored leaves, and top of that, juicy cherries.

What an amazing tree, and the beauty stands proudly in my garden. Many of the branches are hanging over the fence. People that passes stops and asks if they can taste. Of course, even the birds are welcome. There are plenty for all of us, every year.

That’s (plenty) Amore!

When Life Gives you Yellow Lemons

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“In the moment of fear, you can choose. You can always choose.

With calmness and stability you can think clearly. With clarity you can predict the storm, and its strength. By standing still, you can observe your own strength.” said the old Bosnian woman.

After the war had ended, I worked in Sarajevo, Bosnia Herzegovina on helping the growing numbers of homeless and sick animals.

Not much worked in the area, the elevator, and my flat was on eight floor.  My stove had only one burner working, I had to wash my clothes in the bathtub. However, the heat in my apartment was on full speed. It was tropical-hot. In every home I visited, it was tremendously hot. No one wanted to freeze anymore. 

Nearly every survivor said the same thing. “The worst feeling was freezing!”

One day I got sick with a high fever. The Bosnian woman, who had become like a mother to me, came up to my apartment on sniper alley. With her she had two beautiful bright yellow lemons, and some leaves with white flowers on. In my small kitchen she started to brew tea with her expensive lemons and handpicked flowers. She smelled the flowers and I saw her smile. In her face I could see the love and thankfulness towards the herbs. She handed me the cup telling me to drink slowly, to feel the strength returning back inside of me. 

“When chaos is in the world you have to relearn how to live with Nature.”

1999-2002

Where did the Voice Go

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One morning I realized while sitting drinking my morning coffee, that if my daughter or son, would be harmed in any possible way, I would fight for them.

I would be laud and direct, fighting for them to be heard and believed. — as I already have done in some ways— I would fight for their voice to be heard and justice to be made. Write about it. A matter of course!

But why in the name of …..did I not make myself heard? Or even fight for myself, in a more determined way?

I was shocked when I realized that I was quiet, hiding scared in a dark hole. Refusing to come up and fight, to be laud, set boundaries and say, “Enough is Enough!”

For two decades now had I fought for the Animal Rights. I was well known for rescuing many animals. And maybe also for my three published books. I could get the cruelest person to hand over their abused animal to me. In that case was I strong, and determined.

But how come I didn’t stand up for the person that needed the help most? I asked myself again!

Maybe it’s Because there are groups of different kind of help. You can be “lucky” to come to the right person right away, or, your road starts taking a scary turn, with the wrong people behind their desks.

We trust them. Listens to their promises. We trust their occupation, of course they must know what they are talking about. Right!

There are good people helping, but they are overloaded with work.

It doesn’t get easier because you finally dare to leave. Then the revenge starts.

Silence can make the wrong people continuing with their harmfulness. I started writing about this theme 1996, still not bigger of a change. More Women Shelter are being built. Good and sad.

It’s time to stand up, reunite with the past, starting today.

That’s Amore!

Let’s Make More Capes

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💚 Happy women’s Day! There are so many women that inspires me, I cannot fit you in here. Some I know personally, and some I read about.
You empower, you support you are fearless, you fight also for other women— which at certain times need to borrow your cape.
I love you ❤️ Finally, I dare to take responsibility for my own life!! Thank you for helping me make my own cape! Every Day is Women’s Day 🥕

internationalwomensday #women #viking #wonderwoman #staystrong #thatsamore

The Spiritual Community

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“Connection is the holly quality threads we animals has together. Have you ever thought why you humans still are depressed, even when you got everything around you? Food, roof over your head, a warm bed, a job, psychologists or other therapists!

You still feel lonely, disconnected from “something”, and you don’t know what!

You are disconnected from your spiritual you!

Many of you feel holly (connected) when together with either horses, or dogs (or other Animals) You feel loved, secured, you just are together in a connection that feels good.

The truth is, humans are more lonely today than ever before. You don’t have each other as you ones did. You need each other.

Everything breaths together. Heal each other as the Animals. We are a community, a group that breathes together.”

That’s Amore!

Empower yourself with Strong Survivors

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One thing I learned through the long journey as a victim, was to find strong survivors for support and advice.

These incredible women (and one man ) understands first and foremost, all the different emotions which (many times ) are making it difficult for the mind to move forward.

They are also helping with my recovery and growth, to become whole again. They understand the time it takes. Small steps and big cheers!

What I love with these strong women I am surrounded by, there are never any talk about revenge. Only to get knowledge and love (support) and possibilities for myself. And of course laughters, between the tears.

Now …….

That’s Amore!

I will Never be Quiet

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Maybe a pause here and there, to regain my strength again.

It’s not easy fighting the dark side, and sometimes I get hurt. But I get up, and start over again. And again!

I know how it is to be left alone without a voice protecting me. Instead of being bitter, I become the voice I wanted someone else to be.

That’s Amore!