Now here is a post.
When Ronbyna from The Mummy and The Minx and Chasing His Sunshine sent me this Guest Post she wondered whether it was "a little dark and strange" for me to want to publish here.
Nothing could be further from the truth. It is because of it's darkness, it's rawness, it's truth that I am so pleased to publish it here. And there is nothing strange about it.
Not to me. Nothing strange at all about asking the big questions. Nothing weird about wondering where the deep conversations went. Nothing odd about questioning why things happen the way that they do.
When I read this post I felt instead a bit overawed and overwhelmed. I told Robyna that I felt as if I had been made caretaker of something very precious. I still feel that way.
Read the post. You'll know what I mean.
Guest Post : The Thoughts : By Robyna May
I remember it clearly. The voices raised above each other. The coffee and biscuits being proffered at the same time as passionately held opinions. Sometimes the conversation would be in Dutch and I would strain to make sense of it. Sometimes there would be an interloper and there would be English. Until someone started speaking with such emotion that their mother tongue would take over and leave the newcomer stunned and uncomfortable. Most Sundays of my childhood were spent like this - coffee and cake and conversation at someone's house. After the Dutch Reformed Church goers had spilled out of the hall and onto the street in search of the next coffee and stroopwafel. The coffee was always hot, strong and black. The topic of conversation was always free-will and pre-determinism.
Robyna writes about grief and parenting after loss at Chasing His Sunshine. She also writes at The Mummy and The Minx a blog about rediscovering your inner minx after having babies. You can also find Robyna on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Writing and creating beautiful things are her passions. She lives in Brisbane with her sons, her husband and a crazy dog.
Doesn't she write amazingly? Of course I can never relate to Robyna's loss having never experienced anything like it. And yet Robyna's writing is so relatable. Don't we all remember those late nights of childhood and teenage musings? We dismiss them, eventually as childish but sometimes I wonder if we are all going backwards, becoming less wise as we move through life.
What has made you ask life's big questions?
Listen to: John Lennon Beautiful Boy
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