A lovely, warm piece; and, of course, it is precisely things like this that make up part of our memories, and other people's, and act as a tribute and thanks. It's almost six years since my mother died, and I still wonder what she'd have made of the world now, me now, and everything in between. But that wondering is also an act of remembrance.
Beautiful piece. She also lives on in a screenshot that I took of a previous piece of yours which mentioned something she wrote. I often look it up when I need spiritual inspiration.
I don’t think I can post images here but I’m posting the text so you know what I mean:
“I love stars, fairy lights, candles and all the symbolism of light in the darkness at Christmas. Jesus was born into a dark world: brutality, oppression, poverty and disease. He grew to be a teacher who brought love, freedom, wellbeing and healing everywhere he went, teaching people about God the Father.
And when that dark world tortured, crushed and killed him, somehow he destroyed that darkness for ever. He triumphed over all the evil in the world, and everything in me, in us, that stops us knowing and loving God who created the world beautiful and good and will one day renew all creation. He is as close as a prayer, as a turning of the heart. It's my experience that His love is bigger than cancer. I believe His love is bigger than anything you are”
I miss her - there's an African greeting: "I See You." - She always "Saw" me . . .
Me too Edmund. Great to hear from you, and hope you're well.
Lovely, Ben.
Thank you, friend
A lovely, warm piece; and, of course, it is precisely things like this that make up part of our memories, and other people's, and act as a tribute and thanks. It's almost six years since my mother died, and I still wonder what she'd have made of the world now, me now, and everything in between. But that wondering is also an act of remembrance.
Thank you Eliot! I'm sure she would have been very proud
Possibly but she’d have said so only under duress…
I reach for the memories with you Ben. Sometimes they bring heart-warming smiles and other times a tear.
In your whole family I see her life and love living on.
Thank you Harry!
Beautiful piece. She also lives on in a screenshot that I took of a previous piece of yours which mentioned something she wrote. I often look it up when I need spiritual inspiration.
I don’t think I can post images here but I’m posting the text so you know what I mean:
“I love stars, fairy lights, candles and all the symbolism of light in the darkness at Christmas. Jesus was born into a dark world: brutality, oppression, poverty and disease. He grew to be a teacher who brought love, freedom, wellbeing and healing everywhere he went, teaching people about God the Father.
And when that dark world tortured, crushed and killed him, somehow he destroyed that darkness for ever. He triumphed over all the evil in the world, and everything in me, in us, that stops us knowing and loving God who created the world beautiful and good and will one day renew all creation. He is as close as a prayer, as a turning of the heart. It's my experience that His love is bigger than cancer. I believe His love is bigger than anything you are”
Lovely! I'm glad to hear that
Beautiful
Thank you!
This is so touching. Thanks for writing it.
Thank you, friend
That was lovely
Thank you, Cameron
A remarkably touching read, thank you.
Thank you!
This was beautiful, Ben.
Thank you!
That was very moving. Thank you. The voice fading feels familiar to me.
Thank you!
This is really lovely Ben. I just lost my father and my mother is in early dementia, so this resonated with me.
Pivoting to prose and style, I really liked the "wrong restaurants" metaphor in the parenthetical aside. :D
Thank you, Schwarzgeist! I'm very sorry to hear about your parents