The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 58)|Recorriendo una gran avenida de la vida|Walking down a great avenue of life
Hoy estoy en un lugar frío, putrefacto, me toca realizar un trabajo de investigación. Viene una mujer, se ve indefensa, aunque con mucha seguridad, me pregunto... ¿De quién adquirió esa seguridad? Comenzó con sus ojos llenos de lagrimas a relatar su niñez, luego me hizo varias preguntas: ¿ qué si alguna vez me había sentido mal? , sin saber que hacer, no saber a quién contar mis cosas, me pidió que le contestara con la verdad, mi respuesta afirmativa la hizo enfocarse, para luego agarrar aire y hacer una pregunta contundente ¿qué haces en la calle?¿qué hago aquí?
Respondí que era voluntaria de hospitales y esa semana me tocaba hablar con ella. Entre tantas cosas que dijo, mencionó que un día todas las historias se unieron en su cabeza, se formó como un remolino de preguntas sin respuestas, que esa larga avenida la caminó muchas veces buscando respuestas.
Me confesó que primero estuvo en el psiquiátrico, luego en el hospital, notaba secuencia y coherencia en su conversación.
Le hable de mí formación "Rediseñando mi vida" que si quería yo volvería a visitarla; que podía en 6 visitas hacer entrega de ese material que había recopilado en 6 años. Su semblante cambió, sonrió, sentí que su animo subió un peldaño.
Cumplí con las sesiones luego no supe más de ella, debía seguir otros caminos, cumplir con mi misión de vida, lograr otros objetivos.
Hoy estoy escribiendo desde un asilo que va en la misma vía de esa gran avenida Lisandro Alvarado, les tengo una sorpresa, ¿saben quién me visita cada fin de semana? Mi amiga Alicia Gonzalez la chica que conocí y dí mi formación "Rediseñando mi vida".
Los fines de semana la luz de mi habitación dura prendida hasta tarde, disfrutando de gratas tertulias. Dios sabe todo, nunca nos abandonará, él conoce todo lo que está en ti.
Agradecida al equipo de art digital de @xpilar por esta iniciativa que nos recrea sanamente y nos da la oportunidad de aprender hasta de retomar algunas prácticas ya olvidadas. Si te animas a participar de dejo el link
Lisandro Alvarado Avenue, Valencia/Venezuela. That avenue, a few kilometers long, contained a psychiatric hospital, a cemetery and a prison, in that same order. Everyone chose where to go. Some did not choose it, they simply had to arrive at these places of their own free will or by the decision of one of them, implying their abuse of power. In the life of a child of divorced parents, where abuse, mistreatment and forced labor predominated... An absent mother and a father in a great depression was like fighting the current. In that avenue you could hear great stories of appearances, screams, lamentations, the strange thing is that it only happened at night. The girl grew up in a home among legends of witchcraft, fears and apparitions. When she turned 18, she lived through a period that made her leave what everyone called a normal environment. All this told by her on every corner of that wide avenue.
Today I'm in a cold, rotten place, and I have to do some research. A woman comes in, she looks helpless, though most certainly, I wonder... Who did she get that security from? She began with her eyes full of tears to tell about her childhood, then she asked several questions: did I ever feel bad? Without knowing what to do, not knowing who to tell my things to, she asked me to answer her with the truth, my affirmative answer made her focus, and then she took a breath and asked a forceful question: "What are you doing in the street?
I answered that I was a hospital volunteer and that week it was my turn to talk to her. Among the many things she said, she mentioned that one day all the stories came together in her head, it was like a whirlpool of unanswered questions, that this long avenue walked her many times looking for answers.
She confessed to me that first she was in the psychiatric ward, then in the hospital, she noticed sequence and coherence in her conversation.
I told her about my training "Redesigning my life" that if she wanted me to come again That I could in 6 visits deliver that material that I had collected in 6 years. Her face changed, she smiled, and I felt that her spirit had risen a step.
I fulfilled the sessions and then I didn't know more about her, I had to follow other paths, fulfill my life mission, achieve other objectives.
Today I'm writing from a nursing home that goes on the same road of that great Lisandro Alvarado Avenue, I have a surprise for you, do you know who visits me every weekend? My friend Alicia Gonzalez the girl I met and gave my training "Redesigning my life".
On weekends the light in my room lasts until late, enjoying pleasant gatherings. God knows everything, he will never leave you, he knows everything that is in you.
Thanks to the digital art team of @xpilar for this initiative that recreates us healthy and gives us the opportunity to learn even to retake some practices already forgotten. If you dare to participate, I leave the link
Hola @lisfabian, es verdad, DIOS nunca nos abandona, siempre podemos contar con su ayuda y cuidado, obviamente teniendo fe en él.
Bendiciones y feliz fin de semana
Gracias por estar atenta a mi trabajo @martha75 ...Oración y acción
Hi @lisfabian
thanks for the wonderful and mysterious story
Thanks to you @xpilar for this initiative that distracts us and keeps us motivated.
Enhorabuena, su "post" ha sido "up-voted" por @dsc-r2cornell, que es la "cuenta curating" de la Comunidad de la Discordia de @R2cornell.