"My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come"
Song of Songs
Saturday, 4 February 2012
a garden of memories
"My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come"
Song of Songs
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we have so much in common. you have to write about the hard things sometimes so that you can write how good things are now, and how far you have come. that is true. i love your pictures and your memories. my daddy was a bit paranoid sometimes too i think-it is a mystery to us still how he became this way. mom and i can only speculate. he was very manipulative and controlling and downright mean/abusive to my mom and sister (who was not his biological child) and all of the screaming and fighting and tears when i was a girl before he died, and then the absolute loneliness after he died because mom was so far gone too in her mind, just trying to survive. just as there are hurtful memories, there are happy ones too and it's good that we remember the happy ones just as much. the memories are beautiful now, and so were the people who gave them to you :). its amazing how god can make all of the hurt and anger and despair of ones childhood and make it a beautiful thing. miracles upon miracles that we made it to the other side!
ReplyDeletethe mess is what ripens us for true Love and beauty. it's the cracks that makes room for Light. i so appreciate the thoughts and heart that come through your words.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful to read, it stopped all of my mental chatter and brougt me solidly back to the present moment. I love when people are brave enough to share some of what created their lives, their stories. Your writing often does that to me. :) This post was so full of pain, hope, love and dreams. This post was so full of real life. Thank you for sharing. :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful beautiful beautiful suzy.
ReplyDeleteSuzy, not only have you said so much here, but what you have not said is very powerful as well. I, too, have some similar childhood memories to yours but because both my parents are still alive, I haven't written about them publically. And yet, I too believe that God is good. Isn't it crazy, how it's all wrapped up together, the suffering and the miracles, like your Dad being visited by Our Lady and coming out of his coma?
ReplyDeleteYou have done a great job of making a beautiful life for yourself and your own family, and from the looks of these photographs, of making peace with the past and, I imagine also, of giving your mother so much love and happiness now.
I sit here crying for you and yet I smile too at all you have now been blessed with. To see the pictures of Emmy and your surroundings, to see other posts with wonderful pictures of your girls, to read the words that you write from your heart, I know that God has a wonderful plan for your life and the rest of us are blessed to call you friend!
ReplyDeleteHugs from South Carolina Suzy.
I can only echo what all of these posters already said. You've written so eloquently and beautifully of your growing up experience. You have taken those hard times, and created a beautiful life for your family. That's to be celebrated. Now, you've also healed your relationship with your parents, and given them five wonderful granddaughters.
ReplyDeleteKeep on fighting the good fight.
Love and prayers,
Gail
this is so beautiful. i read it through tears.
ReplyDeletemy father too was/is a tortured soul in the grip of alcohol. my mother was an ethereal child bride, she escaped the brutality by living in a world of dreams.
i think that love is everything.
love, warm light and gentle prayers xxx
sumea
When you write, it is just SO beautiful! You have a way with words, with recording life's joys and heartaches so vividly that your reader comes along with you, feels your joys, feels your hurts. Often such talent comes from deep heartache. I see how beautifully God has undertaken for you and am amazed once again at His deep love and grace for all His children.
ReplyDeleteBlessings in Christ
Shirley
Oh Suzy, your pictures, your words, my heart breaks then reseals itself understanding that every ray of light you carry, is a reflection of your inner strength, your inner beauty, your healing, your love, your humility, and your grace. Pain and sadness is an affliction we all share, but posts like this remind us always to seek the light instead.
ReplyDeletemuch love to you my friend...
xo