There he is. Quietly walking down the street. Wearing a basket of flowers on his head,* he is a charming man.** Old, wise and knowing so much about the things, he can not see color, race, sex, money or IQ. He opens his arms exactly the same way for any one. The question: how you receive him? Although things stay – or seem to be – immutable, we do not live the same day everyday. Changes happen and are necessary – however, it is needful to take them as an antibiotic. Wound and death come in smaller amounts. So, let us avoid seeing life as a woman, as a mother and as someone who is there for us, no matter what a son does or how he treats her. We’d better see life as this old charming man carrying flowers on his head. As someone who is here for us but that is not so benevolent. The moment you close your eyes for him and the flowers he carries – some of them have their thorns, for sure - he may have already gone...
Just let yourself free for yourself.
Zélia
* Cummings, Edward Estlin. in: Suppose
** Morrissey, Steven Patrick in: This charming man
