Today I was reminded of a saying from an old language … from my grandfather’s time.
I miss my grandfather dearly, I have been praying relentlessly to him these days.
Alas! Yesterday, it paid off. I was unexpectedly reunited with my mother and uncle.
Truly a blessing. My heart opened. I have missed them dearly, also.
Perhaps it is I who has closed my heart. Could it be?
Heart who hear you, speak louder!
I miss my husband dearly. Has he forgotten me? My heart aches for my brother but yearns for my husband.
In the old language … В каламутній воді легко рибу ловити, I close my eyes and remember him.
I know it really well. It is my first language.
I choose not to use it. I have chosen to bury it, to bury it deep. It makes my heart sick, it makes my heart ache.
I yearn for the days past as much as I welcome the days forward.
I yearn for the connection that was lost in the generations that came from the fall.
I have decided to stop playing with the lesser currency and await the golden days ahead. I shall do so quietly, meekly and faithfully.
Сло́во — се́ребро, молча́ние — зо́лото
Continuing the adventure … yours <3 Jane Dundee