It is said that silence speaks the wisest of words. I have contemplated these words and yet have always found myself perplexed when it comes to a family member.
Within his silence I have always tried to decipher what he is trying to say. I know that he loves me, but a part of me wonders how. Do we just love family members because they are family? OR do we love them for the memories we have of them? the relationship that we have with them presently or......what?
The brother I grew up with , he is an amazing song writer & singer. He is talented with salt water fish & tank set ups. He is a great skateboarder, Artist, writer, animal lover etc... I do admire all that I know of him. I just wish I knew more of him because he & I are nowhere near as close as we were when he was little
He is a quiet man, who keeps to himself, who has in all actuality adopted his cousins as his kin & has lost sight of his sisters. We are older then him , me by 8 1/2 years & our oldest sister 10 years.
Now while I can tell you of the adorable blond dare devil child my brother was, the Bee catcher ( in baggys that he would hand to me laughing) and the frog & turtle catcher. This kid use to be so crafty about making money . Selling animals he went out in the swampy pond & caught with his bare hands. He was also the skateboard King and made a half pipe that sat in our yard under the kitchen window. I remember playing super hero's with him & some of the neighbor kids. Dawning on a cape I was wonder woman & he was Spider Man.
I also remember singing with him in his later teen years (when I would get home on leave with my first husband who was in the military at that time) while he played the guitar to Metalica's "Nothing Else Matters" or one of the many Simon & Garfunkle songs.
As an adult my memories & knowing him have faded. this did not happen out of choice for me....it happened by his choice. I know a lot of things about him through my mother. Our Mother is kind of the go between person for info as she knows things about all of us.
I have reached out to him many times in my adult life....My brother always has other things to do besides be close to our main family ...there is always a project or work that needs to be done and that is far more important then us. I have wondered if he doesn't open his eyes if one day we will be gone and there will be no more time to try and get to know us and all that will be left are memories of childhood.Its like that song the cats in the Cradle.
yes I know he remembers times when my life was insane, when my sisters life was insane.We both have children, he has none. We have been divorced and only recently has he had the divorce thing in common with us. When things were happening in my sister & my lives we were too emotional , we never saw him so we talked too much . I feel on many levels he saw us as chaotic & poisonous and he retreated for what he felt his own sanity and survival into his turtle shell. Except as all things do we changed. We are no longer the people he remembered.
for me I do not know how to speak at all to him. At Christmas I am usually distant from him ( except for last Christmas when I snapped & apologized a couple weeks later)
I watch my brother from a distance, just as he watches me. I see him only at Christmas and possibly Thanksgiving....why??? Because this is the only time he gives. I use to call him now n then ...but I stopped. he only calls me in a crisis ...like when I had a miscarriage, or my mother had a stroke...sometimes he will call on my birthday...but other then that really I might as well live in Russia. None of his nieces or nephews knows him or has many memories outside of Christmas or holidays like that.
It is sad. It is another pain I have been healing before my next book in life. I have decided though that he is not ready to know me. I can not force him and I know I have tried. I have had tears and I have snapped in anger at him...
We do not know one another, only what we are told of each other. I have had my time of reaching & now I must leave the ball in his court & not be lured back to wanting to grab it again & throw it back at him thinking he might see it and care about it. Sometimes Love is learning to let go and allow.
My mind , heart & soul have been telling me it is time to move on, to have a chance at a new beginning once again. I know I need this . I will not leave though without facing these pains, looking them in the eye & making peace even if it's only an inner peace that I can make. I love my family , not just my core family but, my outer family as well. I need to find the balance & calm
and to know no matter what happens I am ok. I am learning & growing through every thing.Even in the Sound of Silence I am retaining wisdom
Bless Be
~Indigosky
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Empty Womb & Broken Hear & The LightThe Fallows After
So many times in life we take risks. We walk through the fire or have the trial of tears to come out on the other side stronger for doing so.
Looking through a journal I am brought to remember the loss of my little one. It was said by many psychic's that she was a girl, and her father and I felt her strongly as such.
Walking through the ashes of my past would mean walking through random things not always in sequence and remembering the place they held in my life and what I had learned.
Lilith-Eve Rhaianna, she was a dream , for so fleeting was my time with her. I remember hearing her little heart beat...surely no humming birds wings had ever beat as fast as her tiny heart fluttered. she was my hope to start a new. I felt with her a new beginning was opening up for me . But within the breath of nearly 4 months she left.
My mourning time felt so alone as not many seemed to understand. some felt that at age 39 surely I was too old to have a child, and this miscarriage was spirits way of telling me my time of being able to bare children was over.
My husband was not amongst these people though, he felt it was just not the right time.
At age 41 after a move to a new place I began writing this journal
This was a dedication of love while the miscarriage had broke my heart...this was my manifesting, my calling the spirit back .
I began journaling to Lilith Eve and within three months I had conceived again. I was nervous and afraid to believe it but , all test confirmed it 100%. I took things so slow and careful.
and soon I began to see my tummy growing with life.
At nearly 8 months we finally found out the sex... I still feel some shame at how my heart ached when I found out we were having a boy.
On the way out of the hospital I stopped in the bathroom to cry. I rub my growing belly talking to it as the tears streamed down my face...."Please, I whispered Please don't grow up like your brother, please don't hate me or be cruel to me I will always try to do my best"
I ever thankful for my friends & loved ones who assured me that this child would never be like my middle son, his genetics would be different & I was a different person.
I can not put into words what it is like to have lost a child through death even IF you never ever got to meet their physical, never got to look into their eyes. The soul feels another soul when it lives within them...no matter if it moves or it you never got to feel it. Again...The soul knows , the heart knows.....
Lilith-Eve made way for her little brother Payden she helped me heal .
When Payden was born streams of golden light filled me, he healed a huge part of me and I am forever grateful he came.
He did not replace his sister, for she holds her own light. He did show me the circle continues. Spirit listens, allows you to heal and then opens a window somewhere to show you there is light.
So at age 42 I got my little one & indeed it is healing still.
Love is precious and Chris & I are Blessed. In live you will know the empty times of wanting of feeling hallow in your heart...you will shed tears and grieve, but will also find the joy and light
After the rain comes the rainbow, I must remember these times to help me find my courage for the next journey
Blessings of Light Upon your Path,
~Indigosky
Looking through a journal I am brought to remember the loss of my little one. It was said by many psychic's that she was a girl, and her father and I felt her strongly as such.
Walking through the ashes of my past would mean walking through random things not always in sequence and remembering the place they held in my life and what I had learned.
Lilith-Eve Rhaianna, she was a dream , for so fleeting was my time with her. I remember hearing her little heart beat...surely no humming birds wings had ever beat as fast as her tiny heart fluttered. she was my hope to start a new. I felt with her a new beginning was opening up for me . But within the breath of nearly 4 months she left.
My mourning time felt so alone as not many seemed to understand. some felt that at age 39 surely I was too old to have a child, and this miscarriage was spirits way of telling me my time of being able to bare children was over.
My husband was not amongst these people though, he felt it was just not the right time.
At age 41 after a move to a new place I began writing this journal
This was a dedication of love while the miscarriage had broke my heart...this was my manifesting, my calling the spirit back .
I began journaling to Lilith Eve and within three months I had conceived again. I was nervous and afraid to believe it but , all test confirmed it 100%. I took things so slow and careful.
and soon I began to see my tummy growing with life.
At nearly 8 months we finally found out the sex... I still feel some shame at how my heart ached when I found out we were having a boy.
On the way out of the hospital I stopped in the bathroom to cry. I rub my growing belly talking to it as the tears streamed down my face...."Please, I whispered Please don't grow up like your brother, please don't hate me or be cruel to me I will always try to do my best"
I ever thankful for my friends & loved ones who assured me that this child would never be like my middle son, his genetics would be different & I was a different person.
I can not put into words what it is like to have lost a child through death even IF you never ever got to meet their physical, never got to look into their eyes. The soul feels another soul when it lives within them...no matter if it moves or it you never got to feel it. Again...The soul knows , the heart knows.....
Lilith-Eve made way for her little brother Payden she helped me heal .
When Payden was born streams of golden light filled me, he healed a huge part of me and I am forever grateful he came.
He did not replace his sister, for she holds her own light. He did show me the circle continues. Spirit listens, allows you to heal and then opens a window somewhere to show you there is light.
So at age 42 I got my little one & indeed it is healing still.
Love is precious and Chris & I are Blessed. In live you will know the empty times of wanting of feeling hallow in your heart...you will shed tears and grieve, but will also find the joy and light
After the rain comes the rainbow, I must remember these times to help me find my courage for the next journey
Blessings of Light Upon your Path,
~Indigosky
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