Decades are significant. 60 years ago my mother became a mother. 50 years ago we moved to Canada from Sweden. 50 years ago, my mother started to write letters home to … Continue reading 60 years ago my mother became a mother. (Karin Kristina Orwald 1936 – 2008)
“If You Forget Me” I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow … Continue reading Mamma- a portrait.
Letters are among the most significant memorial a person can leave behind them. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe — Previous posts: Package of letters to Sweden A letter home. November … Continue reading The third letter home. November 18, 1968
Why when I close my eyes and think about myself at a young age do I find myself immediately at the age of 6? What makes me go back to that … Continue reading The second letter. November 5, 1968.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands… – Pablo Neruda … Continue reading You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery. Karin 17/09/36-08/11/08
Karin Thorsen September 17, 1936 – November 8, 2008 Because you are only a seed, chestnut tree, autumn, earth, water, heights, silence prepared the germ, the floury density, the … Continue reading The maternal eyelids that buried will again open toward the heights…
All of a sudden, all I want to do is organize mom’s closet, as she lies on the bed and chats with me, the parrot cuddling her hand, Tobey on … Continue reading Grief hits me when I least suspect it, with a solitary evening walk…
It’s Sunday morning. I’ve been up awhile. Dog is walked. Pot of coffee almost gone. Parrot loud. Rest of the household asleep. Making pancakes. On Sundays, with Corrie on in … Continue reading Sunday morning visit with my mother.
I could hear her heart slow then stop. Then she flew. She flew straight down to San Francisco. She flew straight to her mother and aunts. She became everything.
I’ve been trying to write a post for days. And those that know me know that it’s unusual for me to have to pause in the process. But I have … Continue reading The darkness is not always there. But the mask slips at times. #journal
Weighted and achy heart today on Mother’s Day. Missing Mom is an expected constant in my life. But I am so blessed to have been loved so completely by her. … Continue reading A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
AS I MOVE FORWARD INTO NEW CHAPTERS IN MY LIFE, I HAVE DECIDED THAT IT IS TIME TO FOCUS FULLY ON ME. (Hello, me!) IT IS FINALLY TIME TO PROCESS … Continue reading The umbilical cord. Mother-daughter journal series. PART 3: Because you are only a seed