Women Poet's Column
Writer, Poet, Humanist, President and founder of the Academia de Letras do Brasil/DF, author of 18 books and editor and owner of the website Site Vânia Diniz.
Initial farewell
Vânia Moreira Diniz
Life starts with a farewell and we leave that charming and warm place that housed us for nine long months, the most important ever. We mourn during the audacious departure which almost takes us away from the place that gave us life. And we aspire to an air that almost suffocates us when we started our journey on earth.
Life is a challenge that, with our eyes still closed, weak, helpless and totally dependent, we face without even becoming aware of ourselves. And then we face a path that will certainly have difficult passages to overcome and moments of indescribable beauty.
In that tricky but fascinating moment of birth, we left behind unique feelings in our spiritual and biological development, reminiscences that will probably remain installed forever in our subconscious and that will guide many features of our psyche. I imagine the incomprehensible light prior to our arrival and as in other times we will recall without knowing where and how, some images buried inside us.
We did not ask to be born and suddenly cried stunned by something painful we cannot explain, so strong is the amazing birth trauma. If we could at that moment have the capacity to think, we would certainly have the same unfathomable delusions, when much later when we think of parting life, i.e., of death
Fear, however, should take care of all being so helpless feeling completely unprotected when disconnected from everything that was his world of comfort and protection. E as if brutally taken away and torn from his root and tormented, expresses such pain in the only way he can instinctively and naturally do: Crying and struggling.
The initial farewell is perhaps the strongest and most shocking of all our biographical history. Thereafter farewells will be successive and traumatic. Often colored by the expectation of a better way, dreams to come true, visions of idyllic and expected scenes to take place after a trip or removal. But always a farewell.
If we could enter at any time in our deepest unconscious and explore every impression left, we would see the consequences and of that decisive and impressive moment of birth. At that time we see an unknown and mostly artificial light and unfamiliar sounds grim and imbue the newborn of a scaring fear. It is the sound of the world and finally he comes perhaps with some pain on the threshold of the hard existence.
The unknown is always dark, and as we do not want to end this life as much as it has been painful, the young being also suffers such dread even unconsciously of leaving his nest, a cozy he was formed since his conception: The first distressing and difficult farewell.
Wednesday August 24, 2011
Today I woke up recalling
Today I woke up prone to reminiscence. Feeling the desire to walk through my yard at Rua Barata Ribeiro in Copacabana, where in childhood I bet racing, trying a skating championship with my friends and falling from the seesaw while my brother jumped ahead of time.
The ball did not stop, taking into account that at that time my sisters were not born, those with my age were only men and I liked to dispute it with them, often letting it falling into the neighbor who was not willing to participate in the games and immediately complained to my mother.
When I was tired of playing with my brothers or cousins, I ran into the house and sitting on my father's office, I looked for books at that large library and ended up discovering a world that always loved, dipping into the pages that let me concentrate, sometimes neglecting my school tasks. Reading was my enchanted world sand I forgot everything around me to be part of the contents of the books I enjoyed compulsively.
I wrote with great pleasure at any time in my life. And let the words come out uncensored pouring my heart that needed to convey with force. It seemed that I only became aware of who had written some time after completing the text and then, yes, I understood what I meant to say.
When he was bored or wanted to be alone going I used to go to the beach which was close to my house and let my feet or body be touched by the white and not always gentle waves. I spoke with the sea, told about my dreams desires and inexplicably dreamed with the infinite which I felt unattainable as the colored bands on the horizon and knowing the impossibility of achieving them I let the sun to slowly burn my white skin.
Many times someone from my house for me aware of this almost constant ride under bright sunlight. The sea, white sand, and the distant horizon were always the most delightful ways of conveying my emotions. And it continues to be, except that that horizon seems to me closer and I feel it as something that came up on subsequent days in which I have experienced life and how to seek to overcome obstacles. Is that what makes us more understanding about the passage of time?
When I was ten I knew that my mother was expecting another child and I was sure it would be a girl. I was tired of sharing the games of five brothers always in constant discussion and felt the need to look and love a little sister and that's what happened. A woman was born and I was thrilled with the delicate and beautiful face and I loved her instantly, I understood too early the need to defend it considering it was weaker than me. Then another girl was born who was also very important to me, but Christina and I were always together and despite the age difference we really understood each other. Even today we are deeply connected and inseparable confidents.
I still review the childhood many years ago when I looked lying in a corner of my garden at the bright stars, some of which I and my older brother used to name at night in summer days
The Sacre Coeur de Marie College where I studied, was something that marked so much that even today I look back and I can never forget every day I spent there. And that was a long period since I was very little.
Time passed, I had a troubled adolescence, but what encouraged me deeply were the lessons I learned along that path and the certainty that the only way for us to be truly happy is knowing when to extend my hand and understand that sometimes things that disturb us make us understand life, to be happy and develop a healthy growth and understanding.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Writer, Poet, Humanist, President and founder of the Academia de Letras do Brasil/DF, author of 18 books and editor and owner of the website Site Vânia Diniz.
Initial farewell
Vânia Moreira Diniz
Life starts with a farewell and we leave that charming and warm place that housed us for nine long months, the most important ever. We mourn during the audacious departure which almost takes us away from the place that gave us life. And we aspire to an air that almost suffocates us when we started our journey on earth.
Life is a challenge that, with our eyes still closed, weak, helpless and totally dependent, we face without even becoming aware of ourselves. And then we face a path that will certainly have difficult passages to overcome and moments of indescribable beauty.
In that tricky but fascinating moment of birth, we left behind unique feelings in our spiritual and biological development, reminiscences that will probably remain installed forever in our subconscious and that will guide many features of our psyche. I imagine the incomprehensible light prior to our arrival and as in other times we will recall without knowing where and how, some images buried inside us.
We did not ask to be born and suddenly cried stunned by something painful we cannot explain, so strong is the amazing birth trauma. If we could at that moment have the capacity to think, we would certainly have the same unfathomable delusions, when much later when we think of parting life, i.e., of death
Fear, however, should take care of all being so helpless feeling completely unprotected when disconnected from everything that was his world of comfort and protection. E as if brutally taken away and torn from his root and tormented, expresses such pain in the only way he can instinctively and naturally do: Crying and struggling.
The initial farewell is perhaps the strongest and most shocking of all our biographical history. Thereafter farewells will be successive and traumatic. Often colored by the expectation of a better way, dreams to come true, visions of idyllic and expected scenes to take place after a trip or removal. But always a farewell.
If we could enter at any time in our deepest unconscious and explore every impression left, we would see the consequences and of that decisive and impressive moment of birth. At that time we see an unknown and mostly artificial light and unfamiliar sounds grim and imbue the newborn of a scaring fear. It is the sound of the world and finally he comes perhaps with some pain on the threshold of the hard existence.
The unknown is always dark, and as we do not want to end this life as much as it has been painful, the young being also suffers such dread even unconsciously of leaving his nest, a cozy he was formed since his conception: The first distressing and difficult farewell.
Wednesday August 24, 2011
Today I woke up recalling
Today I woke up prone to reminiscence. Feeling the desire to walk through my yard at Rua Barata Ribeiro in Copacabana, where in childhood I bet racing, trying a skating championship with my friends and falling from the seesaw while my brother jumped ahead of time.
The ball did not stop, taking into account that at that time my sisters were not born, those with my age were only men and I liked to dispute it with them, often letting it falling into the neighbor who was not willing to participate in the games and immediately complained to my mother.
When I was tired of playing with my brothers or cousins, I ran into the house and sitting on my father's office, I looked for books at that large library and ended up discovering a world that always loved, dipping into the pages that let me concentrate, sometimes neglecting my school tasks. Reading was my enchanted world sand I forgot everything around me to be part of the contents of the books I enjoyed compulsively.
I wrote with great pleasure at any time in my life. And let the words come out uncensored pouring my heart that needed to convey with force. It seemed that I only became aware of who had written some time after completing the text and then, yes, I understood what I meant to say.
When he was bored or wanted to be alone going I used to go to the beach which was close to my house and let my feet or body be touched by the white and not always gentle waves. I spoke with the sea, told about my dreams desires and inexplicably dreamed with the infinite which I felt unattainable as the colored bands on the horizon and knowing the impossibility of achieving them I let the sun to slowly burn my white skin.
Many times someone from my house for me aware of this almost constant ride under bright sunlight. The sea, white sand, and the distant horizon were always the most delightful ways of conveying my emotions. And it continues to be, except that that horizon seems to me closer and I feel it as something that came up on subsequent days in which I have experienced life and how to seek to overcome obstacles. Is that what makes us more understanding about the passage of time?
When I was ten I knew that my mother was expecting another child and I was sure it would be a girl. I was tired of sharing the games of five brothers always in constant discussion and felt the need to look and love a little sister and that's what happened. A woman was born and I was thrilled with the delicate and beautiful face and I loved her instantly, I understood too early the need to defend it considering it was weaker than me. Then another girl was born who was also very important to me, but Christina and I were always together and despite the age difference we really understood each other. Even today we are deeply connected and inseparable confidents.
I still review the childhood many years ago when I looked lying in a corner of my garden at the bright stars, some of which I and my older brother used to name at night in summer days
The Sacre Coeur de Marie College where I studied, was something that marked so much that even today I look back and I can never forget every day I spent there. And that was a long period since I was very little.
Time passed, I had a troubled adolescence, but what encouraged me deeply were the lessons I learned along that path and the certainty that the only way for us to be truly happy is knowing when to extend my hand and understand that sometimes things that disturb us make us understand life, to be happy and develop a healthy growth and understanding.
Monday, September 12, 2011
