Leaving Poland after several hundred kilometres of long and wide travels. All along I could feel how much this land of transition between East and West has felt the suffering.
The Warsaw ghetto where the shadow of people torn from their lives still looms. Immense forests where thousands of slaughtered souls have passed, horizonless rails that carried the weight of anguish and humiliation.
It is a journey through history with Aushwitz as its final destination.
So much suffering and monstrosity. Let us continue to pray to elevate our humanity out of the black holes that run through our history.
#13 La solitude
I first encountered solitude at birth.
My mom did not deliver the placenta, suffered a major emorrhage and remained unconscious for a while. This missed encounter with the welcome element left a deep imprint in me. My life has oscillated between the longing of independency and the one of union.
Looking back at my three major love stories, the paradox was difficult to understand for all .
Solitude and independence, Loneliness and union in the midst of life's action are difficult to discern.One easily dissolves the other one.
In this year of contraction where we are all being kept inside, both are mingling and I no longer feel dual. I learn to embrace them both as I look at them like twin sisters, spotting differences in their similar manifestation.
#solitude #50yearsold #inspirations
