the challenge is...

...to slowly understand the reasons behind strong passions, behind anger and to mitigate them on the beautiful valley of movement, of dance, of God's resurrection, of the benevolence of Isus Hristos to bear with me.
Yeli, Hristos Voskrese! Vuistina Voskrese. I hear these words as if in a movie, as if in shock that they are almost in my native language, for which I am so thankful. Because out of the millions around, who really knows them?
Yes, bring her, we will pick Stefan up from school and take her home. She can play here, while...
While mama speeds away through highways that pass by many many houses, schools, and all sorts of buildings I will never know, while mama worries about traffic, while mama's brains explodes with desire for learning the 4-D of movement, to re-connect, to explore what she had, what she lost, but not quite... While mama dances. Dances... While mama glimpses the city beyond the veil of cemeteries and it gives her its look of the day, the prognosis for the mood of the evening. And she marvels, and she marvels at those cemeteries.
While she parks on a tiny cobblestone block, Truxton St, I believe, under many levels of
While she zips in and out of the city, the fast incredulous miraculous Golgota, that is also Paradise and Hell and many other things. While she remembers the name of Chris Heller, who she will later try to pandora, while regretting she no longer buys dvds or records (though those she never really bought). While she finds a quiet moment to read on the subway and to sit amongst black people.
While she remembers, she has to run, run, run. She remembers the combination. She adores the teacher. She processes.
Upon returning, she receives 2 diapers, one with ako one with pipi. They are cloth. Cloth diapers are good for the environment.
Above all, she receives the love of gratitude for the universe, for a wonderful borrowed brother for a few hours, who read her books, and gave her chocolate, and showed her a new game, yes, a video game, but... excused.
Because mama danced. The grown-up dance of a child, for only a child at heart can dance.
With honesty.