The Book of 1000 Beginnings : Sylvies Paragraph

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Her name should have been Francie ( my mamas name ) . I made a huge mistake and gave my only daughter the wrong name . I don’t want my memory to fail me now , not now , not when my middle sister Juliet is so terribly broken with grief , afraid of everything that could be . Death always scared her , words like ” heaven ” do too . There are three of us , three daughters first and then my brothers . My mother knew how I expected her to one day live with me . She understood the culture of South America especially after seeing the movie , ” Like Water for Chocolate ” and becoming aware of the Spanish tradition dictating the youngest daughter care for her mother in old age . Her favorite scene was when the youngest sisters heat and passion transfers to her older sister , who overcome with lust , takes a shower outside only to be carried off naked by a revolutionary soldier on horseback . My older sisters were tough competition and we fought for how long she would stay with each of us and just how many movies she could watch . But I’m the smart one ( buying her a one way ticket so she would stay longer ) yes , me the so called smart sister despite the fact that I took ayahuasca in the deep forest with the shaman along a strange river in Columbia where Gabriel Garcia Marquez lived ( my mamas favorite writer ) . I told her that story again and again , embellishing it more and more whenever she asked , which was often . I earned a masters degree in neuroscience , with a career in the research department of a university  and my mama always delighted that by looking at me , one would never know these puzzling facts . So how did I make that mistake with my daughters name ? I forgot the visions in forgetting the romance of my mothers life . I forgot that her brain heard whispers from her soul and that the imprint of her cell was the same as mine . ” Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again , though lovers be lost love shall not , and death shall have no dominion   ” ( Dylan Thomas ). I won’t forget again , not now , not with the black eyes of my daughter looking at me with my mothers emotion , eyes , the artifacts of her grandmothers mystery .

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For my youngest daughter

25 thoughts on “The Book of 1000 Beginnings : Sylvies Paragraph

  1. Meg your daughter is beautiful. and your words poignant.. I loved the lines..” I forgot that her brain heard whispers from her soul and that the imprint of her cell was the same as mine”.. And that imprint of LOVE will forever connect and hold you together as no name could..

    Love and Blessings
    Sue xxx

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  2. Hi Meg,

    I love how the power of the past rises up in front of us in this piece, and how we’re somehow connected to what has been and what will be. You’ve created the feeling of blurring into both mother and daughter– until there’s only the flow of power. And then your daughter is looking at us from outside of time… There is something in her eye of all that has been, and all that is yet to be…

    Much Love
    Michael

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    1. Oh Michael …I seem so far behind !..thank you for always being here with compassion and encouragement …I love you , megxxx
      Not only behind but a bit confused as I posted earlier a comment to you in the wrong place ( see below )

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  3. Michael …. What you see in the “blurring ” is exactly what I was desiring to evoke , the connection that is woven together in all of life with a divinely golden and silken thread …thank you for seeing that ! … Life is always ” becoming ” I believe too . Love , megxxx

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