He felt lighter than he had in weeks, and he realized that the monster he had been running from wasn’t really a monster after all. It was simply that place in the heart that holds the measure of your history, the joy and the grief, the laughter and the tears, the magic and the wonder; all the ingredients that add up to the story of a life well lived.
Lilli Jolgren DayStichwörter: love family loss connection memory grief
After Mary confessed that dream to him, Jack got to wondering how women felt about motherhood once their children are grown and didn't need them anymore. How do they close the storybooks, box up the toys, and pack up the memories of the deeply lived-in childhoods of their babies? Childhoods that fly by quickly and selfishly, without regard to a mother's unconditional love and sacrifice. How does a mother go on being a mother when one day she wakes up and finds that her arms are empty and her grown children are walking away from her without so much as a glance back?
Lilli Jolgren DaySilently a flower blooms,
In silence if falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flower, the whold of the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flowr, the truth of the blosson:
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
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