Our house in the village and a heart cloud above it,
Love all around.
Grandma says, that only nature can heal,
All you have to do is to believe in it,
That you are a hero,
The best,
Loving and laughing make huge sense.
There are people who will be happy with you,
And you will be happy for giving them happy you...
It was winter; cold, hungry, tired,
White snow, frozen ground...
My grandmother (my grandmother's grandmother)...
I am following her, walking for hours, cannot see anything any more.
My aunt had a baby, in cold city, we spent almost ten hours to bring little bit food.
Grandma, - I said, - I cannot walk any more.
Hands shaking, cannot walk any more.
My grandmother turned to me, kind, wrinkled face, eyes, blue like water, blue like sky...
She smiled:
What are you going to do? Freeze here? You have to walk.
And we made it
For next seventy years I am on this road
My home..
I know grandma is praying for me...
Then he said, he was just leaving
May be I should be forgiving,
May be he is a bad father,
May be I should talk my mother.
I smiled,
I have my son,
I have my King.
(After verbal conversation,
It became really clear, me, him
And neighbour's dog that everything was Canada' Prime minister fault.
Grandparents pointed fingers in opposite directions,
Going back to mother's home was not an option.
My aunt laughed a bit,
She had almost the same story,
At her time, she told, she didn't know the father,
Thanks grandpa in army,
He found with friends that Holly Spirit on earth,
She is happy for 25 years.
My mom was with us for almost a year,
Don't know what's better listen mom everyday
Or believe many women can do it alone anyway)....
Two years, no money,
Of course, money is not everything.
I smiled,
I have my son,
I have my King.
People asked me,
Why do you dress the same,
Where is your gold rings.
I smiled,
I have my son,
I have my King.
Only one time
I was standing near the last fire line,
God wiped my tears softly
And smiled:
You have your son,
You have your King!
Natural healers can heal anything,
Can do unimaginable
And I have seen it.
First time, I had a wide open eyes and I smiled,
I remember bright blue sky and white clouds.
One thing, they must have feelings...
Every morning for years I go for a walk, running, jogging.
I started when I was 4 years old, with great grandma.
She used to pick grass, flowers, mushrooms,
Or sit near our river, watch the clouds, listen wind.
Now there is books about something like this,
Before only people stories.
They all were happy, you know why,
Because they had nature, priorities in their mind.
First God, that just fundamental rule.
Then you, you happiness, good health, thinking happy thoughts, trusting yourself than you can do it.
Especially when you are good looking (wrote between the lines).
Then your family, people who love you, in any day they are looking up to you...
I grew up listening stories of old people,
Who made it trough the war.
The worst war of all,
When 27 million of our people were gone.
Gone in 4 years in the war battles and in villages and cities from sickness and starvation,
Gone in labour and concentration campuses.
After the war as people say, no much food,
A loaf of bread for two weeks, grass and potato skin boiled for dinner.
Little bit food had more value than gold.
Cows living better than adults, because without even one cow children would get nothing.
Houses, cities going west from the capital were mostly destroyed.
Women didn't know if their husbands, sons, brothers would get home.
Children were waiting for mothers and fathers.
With all the people felt like heroes,
Because they made it trough the war,
The worst war of all...
