Her vast mind

                                          *to my mother her feet slightly touched the floor enough to feel the chill running up her spine night after night she woke up to his voice calling come with me we will roam…

Last hours

I will want to escape that day Every year Year after year Until I die They were your last hours Last hours I would have used To hold you Love you Thank you A little more And again And again You don't wake up from a night Where you didn't sleep I didn't sleep You…

Sometimes being away is good

I am back from vacation. After the past few months where I tried to live life "as usual", I hit a pretty hard wall. It was not possible to go further without dealing with the undercurrent sadness. I went far away in beautiful Greece and cried. I still cry, but over there I was able…

S is for Surrender

  I wanted to say a lot of things about surrendering oneself to love, to life. But there is only one thing I want to share with you. The post I wrote last year for the A to Z: S as in a song for Suzanne Suzanne is my mother's name. I went to get…

J is for Joy

In the midst of all the sadness, I remind myself that I am a joyful being. I ride the waves of tears when they come up, but I dwell in joy. My mother was sick. Stuck inside her mind. Now she is free. This gives me profound joy. I kissed her goodbye today. We smiled.  …

Interruption

I am interrupting our program for today. My mother just past away and writing is far from my mind. It is a choc and I wasn't quite back from my father's passing 4 months ago. I will catch-up on the letters for the A to Z challenge in the next few days. In the meantime,…

H is for HOMELESS – Behind the nameless a story

I said a while ago that I would tell a bit of the story about my mother being homeless. It happened about 15-20 years ago. My mother has a mental illness. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia in her twenties. Medication and treatments where difficult and at one point she just refused treatment. The family asked…