The sun still rises
It's been a long,cold winter.
At last I take a real look outside and see that the sun has come up again, just as it did on the morning of the 21st December
the morning of the shortest day of the year
the morning of the lunar eclipse
the morning when my father passed away and was at peace at last.
Now parentless, I feel exposed and vulnerable like never before.
Yet even more sure that I carry on and really live this life.
...still craving my parents approval...
...and the sun will rise again tomorrow.
At last I take a real look outside and see that the sun has come up again, just as it did on the morning of the 21st December
the morning of the shortest day of the year
the morning of the lunar eclipse
the morning when my father passed away and was at peace at last.
Now parentless, I feel exposed and vulnerable like never before.
Yet even more sure that I carry on and really live this life.
...still craving my parents approval...
...and the sun will rise again tomorrow.
Comments
Love to you and your wonderful family, who, although having not yet met, have found a place in my heart. :¬)
xxx
Maggie
You inherited your parents love for life
You will always be with them in thought and spirit
They walk along side you every day
Vulnerable times - be strong Maggie
Jill x
Be strong and look for happiness in your work.
Hugs from far away...
Teodora.
I fell absolutely in love with your work the year before last when i discovered embroidery and textile art.
I hope you are feeling ok, regaining equilibrium and that soon we can see more of your beautiful and inspiring work.
Much love,
Rowan.
All I really know is that another day's gone by...