So, I have been contemplating this
black magic business. Do you think that Mummy is just reacting or sensing all
the negativity you may harbour towards her? Does negativity = Black Magic? I
hate to be getting my wisdom especially at this hour of night from Harry Potter
and Emma. But here it is.
In Harry Potter, Dumbledore once says
that some of the strongest magic lies in words. Everyday, ordinary words. In my
blog I did once share a thought that once all of our physical being ceases to
be, what is left is the organic tangible feelings, which then get recycled into
other life. If the only organic tangible part of me left behind is my feelings,
I do not want it to be anger or hate or regret. I would want it to be love. Our
caregivers made many mistakes in bringing us up. But I discovered through writing
my blog that I love them all, even the estranged ones.
Do you think you still love Mummy? I
love her and I love you and no ill words about either of you, will abate what I
feel for you both. I accept your flawed flawless selves as much as I hope my
daughter will accept me. In Emma, Mr. Knightley suggests that some vulnerable
people require more of our compassion and understanding. You and I parent our
daughters, but as we have discussed we also parent our parents. In both
scenarios, our daughters and our parents are extremely vulnerable, because we
parent the old and the young. They are afraid and their fear holds them
hostage. I think our mother forgave hers when she saw her approaching that
vulnerable state.
How can there be world peace, if there
is no peace in every human heart? I aspire to acquire peace in every thought I
have for all people. I don't forget how I was wounded, but I also don't forget
that I can heal my own heart. My acupuncturist has mentioned more than once
that the uterus is made of the same tissue as the heart. Thus, perhaps in order
to be mothers we must embrace, engulf and surround our offspring to give them
life. Our mother may have wronged us. But let us not forget how you and I would
hit each other and then later regret it.
Sorry to be wordy, but I could not
sleep and I had to get this out. I know I can tell you anything so I was
unafraid of telling you this. See you this weekend with chocolate. And be
warned, some or all of this may show up on my blog.
Love you lots,