The Never Ending Story 06-04

by Administrator 4. June 2011 02:51

The world was crying, showering us with much needed rain. The space was full of unspoken words. We didn’t want to say goodbye, afraid of a fragile emotions. My daughter was leaving for the summer trip to Europe. Two months apart didn’t seem to be that long …just an idea of not having her around was strange and a little sad. She was just a couple months short of becoming eighteen, senior in the High school. We left for the airport having plenty of extra time, running last minutes errands and imposing quiet readiness before the trip. I was driving at the steady pace, not talking too much and preoccupied with images of her growing years. Remembering her birth, the flowery pink dress she wore on the way from the hospital, first Christmas, when she looked like a living doll, dressed in red dress with white lace and red tiny shoes, preschool years…holding  graduating diploma and having a cute short haircut she “hated” so much, tiny fingers beginning to play piano when she was six, elementary  school years and all piano competition we went to, together…including New York one, the middle school full of adjustment and trying to find her own way, her fearless spirit on the skiing trips…and finally last few years…becoming close friends and sharing late night talks, trips to ballet or opera…or workouts at the gym.

She will be back in two months and I am very happy for her, to be able to visit our family and experience life in the country of my birth.  She worked hard to make it happen and I admire that. As I was watching her from a distance, going through the security check at the airport… and  trying to hold on  as long as possible to  her “disappearing silhouette”….I knew, that all the emotions are not only the result of her vacation, separate from us…but the inevitable change …coming this way..She was growing and leaving…not only for this or the next trip …but to experience and find the life for herself… I would never wish anything less, for any of my kids but to feel secure enough to venture into the world, propelled by curiosity, wonder and courageous act of independence…

Then, I remembered me…just twenty four years old, announcing to my Mom, I was leaving Poland to visit United States …for a rather long stay…It was an adventure for me…a chance to see different culture, people… to  experience and learn; an open invitation to the unexpected events  in life. I have never looked back or regretted my decision, after all its whom I am today…all of my four kids were born and raised here. We all play different roles in the course of our life…at some point we are leaving and at the other one, we are the one watching someone close to leave.

Changing seasons are the way of a nature to stay alive and to continue the dance of birth and rest…we are not any different, being a part of this world, manifesting as a vibrating energy … given the opportunity to experience from all angles…The perspective holds the key, its our “Never Ending Story” full of magic and epic stories but only, if we allow that…by believing….I would like to think, I can open this book on any page and start from beginning…relieving the heroic battles and sweet dreams, friendships and love …some tears and hopes…never losing the innocence to have a faith in a happy endings and having a strong heart to carry me farther … The book exists ...and it’s not only in our memories…but in each generation, taking a turn in expressing it again and again. This perspective makes me smile, even though, I shed a tear or two … of time passing by, but at the end, letting me feel connected to everyone and everything from the past and into the future; time traveling at its best …full of quiet knowing and excitement of vivid emotions…first love, sunsets, gratitude and human caring…kids, laughter and a humble understanding…the circle of life passing through all of us, uniting us forever.




The Little Prince

"People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for..."

"They don't find it," I answered.

"And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..."

"Of course," I answered.

And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."








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