Sharing the irresistible beauty of life as mother-of-four, yoga teacher, wife and expat living at the heart of Europe.
Sunday, 2 May 2021
From the shadows emerges love
I feel a sudden burst of unconditional love vibrating from my heart in this golden sun-lit Friday, while leaving behind an extremely busy week of work, children's school work, extracullicular activities, birthdays to remember, on-going renovation works, the meal and housekeeping cores and on the top of that some other unexpected clutter, which fills our busy days, minds and keeps us - from my perspective - in an almost 24h operational mode. We have been pushing on with my husband through the pandemic like work horses, not opposing nor resisting, with the ever-optimistic hope there will be a moment of recompensation or rest at one point. I believe in a universal balance, of tough periods in life being followed by more sereine times. Having left behind the competition preparation just a week ago, we have had hardly a moment to breath when we got bad news yesterday needing an important amount of work from both of us. I told my husband I felt unfair, the "sereine period" was a way too short to be able to nourish us sufficiantly to face the next challenges. And there, from these deep feelings of being abandoned in our daily struggles just yesterday, I am alerted today to this extreme intense feelings of gratitude, towards my children and husband, towards all that surrounds us: being healthy, having each other, our beautiful house and surroundings. I feel an urge to write a love letter, to each and everyone, hence this post today.
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