Author: Violeta
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“Te ceartă tanti (sau nenea)”
I-am spus fetiței mele că are dreptul s-o certe cine o iubește (adică îi vrea binele). Nu m-am gandit mult la asta, ci doar mi-am spus-o mie însămi ca și adult. De fapt, am provocat-o să cântărească intențiile cu care cineva împarte corecții mai mult sau mai puțin întemeiate. Când proverbiala “tanti” mă certa ca…
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Despre lumină, claritate și încredere
M-am blocat undeva. Prea conștientă de sine. Intr-un punct paradoxal în care cred ca totul e clar pentru toti, si nimic din ce as spune n-ar fi relevant. Prea de ansamblu mi-e vederea. Încerc din răspunderi sa ma cobor din balonul de aer, aruncând greutăți, micșorând focul. Însă rămân suspendată încă. Sus. Prea sus. Si…
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Biking
The Easter/ Spring vacation is over. It was rainy and cold, yet so active. I’m taking a break from reading heavy books. Books are my friends and they speak the Truth, they chisel my mind and better my actions, they confront me and they hold my hand. But enough is enough. I decided to go…
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Nothing to say
If I have nothing good to say, I say nothing at all. I’ve had smooth sails. I’ve reached a cruising altitude and I enjoyed it in silence. I must have started 20 drafts of posts. But none saw the light of day. Nothing seemed relevant or felt wise enough to share these days. The last…
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About being special
Humility was bred into me. It was the status-quo. But what I can vividly remember it that it was freeing! Hardy and common. Like the general low expectations. It was often declared with decisiveness from the school pedestal, that we are not special! I was born during communism after all. Yet. Telling our kids that…
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Hike in the hills
“Let’s pray together!” She says with a childish enthusiasm. It’s her birthday today. She turns 47. But there is a pleasant serenity about her. A youthfulness of heart and mind. A mother of four adolescents. A puzzle with such appealing kindness. I did not anticipate these new exuberant friendships. A few years ago I felt…
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Taking control
There is no exact recipe to parenting. If anyone claims otherwise, is already missing the mark. Even the drive to get it right, to be the perfect parent, can and most likely will mess things up royally. Parenting is messy. Parenting is fluid. Kids change and evolve. And that is good. God planted in us…
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A pillar of prayer
Ask and it shall be given to you. You do not have because you don’t ask. Ask without a selfish heart. I tell Jackie the story of her name. The week we met her we stumbled upon the significance of Jaclyn, rooted in the Hebrew Jacob, meaning “May God protect you”. That was our constant…
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Independence
At age five, jackie stubbornly practices her independence. She has a lot of freedom, though at times I consciously keep pulling back, as I hear myself nagging about this and that. A while ago she started taking our dog for the morning walk through the neighborhood. There she was, at 7 am, skipping on the…
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Next stop: Fall
I wrote of faith, and as I got worried and impatient I wondered if my talk is empty. What of this tension between belief and action oriented trait. There is no exact recipe for a faithful walk. We adapt, we grow and we utter like David: “search my heart, Lord and straighten my steps.” I…
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Clarity of mind
I have seldom been this confused about what to do next. A topic that has haunted me for over a month is clarity of mind, or lack there of. Busy body work only kept me away from quenching my spiritual thirst and from soothing my mind, from building my strength and spreading my wings like…
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Obliviousness
This long awaited Spring, showered with tears, more than cleansing refreshing rain. It’s a cold end of March, with temperatures oscillating around freezing at dawn. Today I felt moved to text the jurist who helped us finalize the adoption at the courthouse with Jackie, 2.5 years ago. The social workers hadn’t been much help this year…