All posts tagged: Love

If you don`t like it, change it. If you can`t change it, surrender.

If you don`t like it, change it. If you can`t change it, surrender. I have only recently come to understand how powerful this concept really is. In my life so far, I have been blessed. Rarely ever did I have to face a situation that was unchangeable, and if it was, it did not impact my life in major ways. I have always had shelter, food and enough means to get by. I have never been severely ill, nor have any of my beloved family members or friends. I have lost and found love, but never felt victimized by my heartaches. Essentially, all of this is still true. With one minor change in detail: Since I joined my partner in the US, where we decided to get married and begin the Green Card application process, I have – if even only temporarily – lost major agency in some very important realms of my life. I left my home, my apartment, my family and my friends behind. I gave up all my yoga classes, be it …

Near Away

On the night before you left, we didn`t get to sleep. Never again, I told myself and you, I would burden our love with an early departure, knowing well that come the time of choosing between the luxury of a slow goodbye and saving what little money we have, we would probably push that promise into the back of our minds. How often do we need to let our mind rule over our heart until we decide to change our course? On the night before you left, we didn`t get to share sweet love, there was no space for deep embraces and soft kisses, nor murmured whispers of devotion. On the night before you left, we packed and ravaged until early morning hours, departure inhabiting every cell of our bodies, as if we wanted to press all the things undone, unsaid, unprepared into the last remaining minutes together before…. I remeber lying down next to you, putting my head to rest on your shoulder, as if I wanted to hold on to this body, heart …

The Unexpected Is Sometimes The Best.

Sometimes all it takes is diving into the unexpected. Our apartment was going to be occupied during the weekend because we were thinking that we would spend the weekend at my grandmothers house. Only – all of a sudden – we weren`t . My grandmother, who always received all of our big family, friends and even friends friends warmly in her big house, a hot soup on the stove and fresh flowers on the bedside tables, wasn`t feeling up to it. Shortly before turning 90 in February, she found herself week and anxious, something we all ascribed to the ‘big day’ but has never left her fully since. Being thrown back to the little girl I intuitively become towards her, I refused to acknowledge this new situation and the possibility of her being anything but happy with us coming didn`t even occur to me until she found the courage to tell me herself. So here we were, with no travel at hand, an empty bank account and in need of a place to stay. As …