© 2009 Marica

033 – Danica’s line

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
— Mother Teresa

I was in for an extra special treat today. I got to spend time with my beautiful goddaughter who also happens to be my niece. She is the only daughter (out of six children) of one of my sisters.

Things didn’t turn out quite as we’d planned but it didn’t matter. The queues at the exhibitions we wanted to go to were too long and our impatience surfaced (there is obviously a gene for this). We moved on and made a new plan. The most important thing about today was being together.

As it got colder and too windy to be outside we decided to head for home to watch some DVDs. First up was “Antonia’s Line” – a movie about a strong-minded, nonconforming Dutch woman and her descendants (her daughter, granddaughter and great granddaughter), and the community she creates around her. It is a beautiful story about life. I loved the connections made to the cyclical pattern of life and how important it is to live it to the full and to accept all people. Even with Antonia’s death the final message was: “nothing has come to an end”.

I sat there thinking, “Yes, that is so true. Life doesn’t come to an end, it merely goes on to live in a new form.”

My own mother, Danica, and her descendants came to mind. More specifically her female descendants: her three daughters, her five granddaughters and her first great granddaughter.

My mother arrived in New Zealand a year after my father did – it took him all that time to get the paperwork together to be able to bring out his wife. She travelled by plane for five days to reach her final destination. She travelled alone, even though there was a plane full of people travelling with her. She couldn’t speak English. She had no idea what was going on. I can only imagine how scary that must have been. My mother took a leap of faith and that must have taken a lot of courage and strength. Her love for my father gave her the strength to do what she had to do to join him. My mother left behind everything she ever knew and all her family and friends to begin a new life in a new land. On New Year’s Eve 1954 my mother met up with my father again and so began their life in this land that is now our home.

My mother has survived a lot. She has lived in a world unfamiliar to me and through a time where hardship was the norm. She survived to be the incredible rock of our family. She is always there for all of us. Her family is her life and her love for all of us is immense.

As I looked at my goddaughter sitting beside me I felt a really strong connection to her. I love her for who she is, the way she is. She is a stunning woman and I am so proud of her. The realisation dawned on me that we too come from a line of strong women.  Women who walk the talk and do it with heart. We are all clever, talented, funny, loving and giving people. We live life and we give things a go. It is hardwired in us and this will continue down the generations. In some of us certain elements will be more strongly expressed than in others but all of it is there.

My goddaughter smiled and my heart was bursting. I so missed my own daughters in that moment. I wished my mother was there too … and my sisters …  and my nieces … and our newest addition to our family … except we are all scattered in different places and countries.  Funnily enough though I felt we were all there together. Danica’s line is alive and well and will continue – it has no end. It is there now for all eternity.

Manifesto
10. Every day connect with somebody.
38. Every day be brave and give things a go. Use fear to trigger you into action.
42. Every day celebrate. Who you are. What you have achieved. Things that matter to you.

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