Does anyone know that to Remi is a proper verb? Well almost, since a dear friend of mine invented it years ago. To Remi means to feel alone, as in utterly lonesome. Like the protagonist in "Sans Famille", Hector Malot's novel.I Remid in waves, back and forth, but the next wave was never far. I didn't see how the waves could maybe wash my loneliness away; I only worried when the next wave would come rolling in. Because the feeling, deeply anchored in my core, had accompanied me ever since I was a child and learned the meaning of the word 'alone'.
My Zen-teacher said to me: "It only appears on the surface of things that we are alone. We are all one thing." How I wanted to believe those words! So I tried chewing on it, but ended up grinding my teeth: the nasty little voice inside my head kept telling me I was just as alone as before. As approaching the words with my mind was useless, my heart was yet too tightly closed to let them in.
Then came the roses. One after another. And another. And anóther. Each stranger with a rose in his or her hand spoke directly to my heart. Not in a corny or obligated way, but expressing the purest love.
Bells were set ringing: it has dawned on me how to Remi just won't stand anymore. If so many people from all over the world have reached out to me and my family, how can I ever seriously believe I'm alone again?
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Wat prachtig dat je de rozen op deze manier ontvangt, hoe mooi is het voor alle gevers en mee-levers om te zien wat dit met jou doet. Een klein beetje troost in deze zware tijden.
Wat ontzettend fijn dat je je hierdoor gesteund voelt, dat was ook ons aller bedoeling......
I'm one of those strangers, and no, you're not alone. Blessings.
Wijze vrouw die Karen
en wat ben je een knappe leerling,
ik buig.
Ook al voel je je misschien vaak alleen, zeker in de strijd die jullie moeten voeren, weet dat er heel veel mensen met jullie meeleven. Fijn dat het door de rozen zo mooi duidelijk word.
xx
Te gek! De wereld als warm bad:)
You are not alone Rose! I am here, in Los Angeles, wrapping your family up in warmth and light...your struggle is my struggle, it is our struggle. I cannot be there to make you tea, or babysit, or help fold laundry, but know that when I am here, alone, I know we are all together
De wachtkamer bij mijn therapeut.. http://www.yvonnehofman.nl/
SOms helpt het al om er een tijdje onder te zitten...
alone, together in bern... I think of your family every day and honor your journey. xxoo
you are not alone - my family is here in Oregon sending warm and loving thoughts to you and your family (((((HUGS))))
A friend shared with me Maezen's book and from her blog I have come to know yours. I look for your posts and think about your journey every day. Your words today have especially touched me.
Mooi.
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