Walking the Tightrope
It is very
scary. It seems like I am just to lose my foothold and “enjoy” a great fall. I
am frightfully balancing, my feet are nervously trembling. I am like a
volcano ready to erupt. Like a melancholic autumn wind that is whistling and
closing the squeaky doors…
I do not
feel like getting into great details of my walking the tightrope. I’ll be short
– I wish I were stronger. But I am what I am. I cannot say I love myself this
way. But so far I cannot change it. It is not easy to live with me. Believe me.
:) You’re all lucky to enjoy a good version of Daria.
My greatest
joy of today is – there is a person, the dearest person of my life- my mama –
who supports me no matter what. She sees me in very different moods – on cloud
nine and even when I am like a bear with a sore head. She’s my strong hands
when I fall down. My mama is my real energizer. I have understood it today once again.
I am grateful to our Father in Heaven for my
new day of life, for seeing my weak points I hope to change somehow and most of
all for someone who makes my life complete – my dear mama…
When I'm tryhing to learn a new (to me) Slavic and particularly Ukrainian recipe I will think about my family and friends there. Of course I think of my granddaughter often, but you might be surprised at how often her mama Iryna, her godmother Inna, Nataliya in Stryi, and you and your family are in my mind. I imagine your mother patiently showing me how she cooks. We don't really need normal language. We speak cooking.
ReplyDeleteDear David, you will be also surprised but I often imagine my happy lunch cooked by you for me. ;)
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