Sometimes one has to stop the fight against all odds and accept what is insurmountable even when injustice rules. Love conquers all, be an instrument of thy peace. It opens up your heart to be its channel. It sows love, joy and hope, smiles as you inner child. Be true to your own self. Be true to your family. Share the breath of the beloved. Shine as the source of your light.
The cup filled with the blood of your ancestors respects their story. Follow the traces carved in your heart. Be its footprints.
While my blog starts to become a place where the disheartened, depressed, repressed soul can find shelter my belief in the power of the word and storytelling becomes stronger. The stories of my grandfathers and mothers are carved in the silence of my being. The remembrance of their life experiences helps to find the strength and wisdom in each step on the road. May my true story which was kept secret for some years now inspire you to respect your ancestors to be a role model for your next generation in every step you take.
By Hildegarde Follon