Looking into the Dark

Of all the gifts in the world, Love and Life itself are the most precious. And so, MyDearestLove among the most cherished and unforgettable ones I remember Our Mischa’s Birth as well as uncountable other Happenings in Our life together. Among those let me pick one simple example. An event that brought light into darkness.
Sometime in the First half of the 80-ies You initiated our reading of Winnicott and Alice Miller. During one of Your long traintravels – on Your way back from Rome, I believe – You met an English Lady, who told You about the fundamental and practical importance of reading the works of these childrens docters.
I can still feel the revealing shocks of recognizing half-forgotten experiences from my own past. And we exchanged experiences from your childhood as well. And still we would have to go a long way through therapy and through ups and downs in educating our Lovely Mischa in a different, liberating way.
This mutual process of deepening our self-consciousness towards a more Truthfull Authenticity never stopped. As the constantly returning of the need for renewal, rebirth in overcoming and transcending our old impossibilities towards a higher and more creative level, we grew and  while we grew older in a more empathic way, we were hoping to become less sadder and a bit wiser.
As the night was falling, I stood on Our terrace and looked into the darkness. Some lights of our Promised Riverharbourtown glimpsed like glowing eyes, like unknown stars lightening the streets of Bad Karlshafen, Our Carlsheaven. Then I felt Your tender touch on my arm.
Come, You whispered, come inside now, turn on the Music and dance with Me.