Ice flowers formed on the window pane, the snowbanks shimmered in the setting sun. Emma and Franz were snowed in. It turned colder in the house, Franz went to the fireplace to add another log. In quiet they looked through the frosty window wishing that the setting sun would take the memories of their dire days with it, wishing that the sunrise in the morning would bring hope and happiness. The nights had grown longer, there were not many chores in the winter,…..
The autumn had arrived, the crops were gathered from the field, Emma and Franz reaped the reward of their hard work, they had zealously worked side by side. They felt good, they felt that they had achieved a goal, they felt that now there was a reason to live, to look forward to the next day and continue their track together. The weather turned colder, powerful, cold gusts of wind blew in their faces as they were returning from their…..
Franz and Emma were sitting in quiet, reminiscing of their ordeals. They both had different hardships, now they had to accept, evaluate and find a way to go on. Both wore scars, their track had been turbulent, and they both had stoicism to beat the odds and start new life again, together. Emma and Franz needed the quiet moment, finally it gave them both the long needed peace. Their plight had been volatile, the daunting experiences had been erratic for both…..
Emma and Franz were sitting in silence embracing the moment. They both needed love, kindness and acceptance, but also someone to love, to share good and trying times. They both have been scarred from their suffering and grief, the nature of their traumatic experience were not nearly the same, the nature of the source was different. Pain cannot be measured, a profound emotional happening would penetrate and rip the strongest person apart. Where does one get the strength to persevere…..
Dusk. The tall trees along the trail cast shadows on the the path leading to the house. Emma leaned over Franz, checked his pulse, it was weak, he had been wounded, blood was seeping from the cuts, his face was covered with dirt. Emma ran to the house for some water. It turned darker by the minute. She rushed back, could hardly see his wounds, Emma started to tremble as she started to wash his face. Emma’s life had been filled…..
My memory of the agonizing drumbeat during the journey of my plight in WW ll never seem to fade. I tried to write them down,but had to stop, they became too emotional, yet I felt that the story had to be heard, had to make people realize and remind of the Nazi odious tyranny that swept across my country, Latvia, and rest of Europe, how it disparaged all people on their “March of Death.” The WW ll has ended decades…..
September. It was the last week before I had to start performing and teaching my piano students. The summer had been demanding with all the preparations and some gardening. Sitting on the patio, I enjoyed the wealth of colour and fragrance all around me. I noticed a very special bloom, it was so beautiful, so fragrant. The last rose of summer. I wanted to share it with someone. A very special friend came to my mind. There were still a…..
What is happiness? Happiness is caring for all living creatures, be willing to help others, standing up for the ones without a voice, sharing, listening and lending a hand, being there for each other, having the strength to put the past behind and go on. There is no rhetoric or notebook to help people heal their scars, the personal profile is different in each of us, taking that in consideration, we can work within our own temperament model. In all…..
My novel “No Time to Cry” has traveled around the globe. I am so touched that it has helped many to sooth their pain and gave support by giving them strength to overcome their ordeals and go on. When I was writing the novel, my most inner wish was to reach out to people with my emotional intelligence, pain is no stranger to me. Finally my novel “No Time to Cry” has arrived home, The National Library of Latvia, “Castle…..
Time never stands still, life goes on. It presents us with ordeals, it fractures our dreams and we find ourselves being caught at mercy of a turmoil. Obviously all pain and suffering becomes indelibly etched in our hearts. Any innucuous happening would cause the sorrow to surface and fracture the delicate seams that are holding the wounds together. It puts the emotional and mental strength to an unimaginable test. I had practiced for eight hours at my temporary residence offered…..
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