I am writing a book for my daughters. I write about what I learn about love and about being a woman. I write about what it is like to love somebody. I don’t always know how to do it, so sometimes, I write about my mistakes, my hot tears, and my selfishness. I write about the secrets of happiness in love as I discover them, like sweet, glittering jewels in the dirt. I write about falling in love, falling out of love, and floating through love.
I hope that if my daughters can learn just one thing from me, their mother, it will be how to love someone, how to take care of someone.
Lemon macaroons, a chocolate croissant and hot cup of coffee on a sunday afternoon. Flowers, yellow like the sunlight.
Blushing pinks, weeping pinks, dark hair and dark eyes.
Watching Lilu drink from the puddles in the cool, quiet, 5:30am morning. Lilu in the jungle.
Summer rain in the afternoon. Flowers at the windowsill. And a prayer written down for me from my dear friend. It reads:
There will never be a storm that can wash the path from my feet, the direction from my heart, the light from my eyes, the purpose from this life.
I know that I am untouchable to the forces,
as long as I have a direction, an aim, a goal; to love, to serve, to give
Strength lies in the magnification of the secret qualities of my personlity, my own character, and though I am only a messenger, I am me.
– Swami Satyananda Saraswati
Letters from my little friend. A piece of string. Drawings about life through her eyes.
Sweet puppy ready for sleeps in her Pajamas.
with love, malavika xo
I love that you are writing a book for your daughters, a guide so to speak to navigate through life. The prayer is beautiful 🙂
as always this post is very inspirational and positively charged – thank you!
and the thought about a book for daughters is something I will reflect about – my daily routine to write a diary sometimes keeps me thinking – why I am doing this? and this could be a more focused approach with some better way to formulate things keeping “future readers” in mind – thank you again! Greetings from Riga, Signe
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