I was born 33 years ago, and as I grew up, I did not remember seeing a man or father at home, and I grew up knowing that my Dad worked far but he exists. I needed to know that he wasn’t dead actually, he existed. My mum always explained and spared us terminologies like Divorce, and so she always said that our Dad was working far and it wasn’t clear if we should wait for him or not. The truth was that he was actually working for, but he was never going to come. As I grew up, I understood that they had separated from my Dad, and she had moved to another town. She kept telling us that we had a dad, and he would tell us his name and that we should not behave like we don’t have a dad. She always said that their misunderstanding with Dad should not affect us. ''Our stories should not affect your stories,'' she said. She also made us use our Dads name in all our documents and school work and that reduced the questions from school teachers, Sunday schoo...
In being mode, the mind has “nothing to do, nowhere to go” and can focus fully on moment-by-moment experience, allowing us to be fully present and aware of whatever is here, right now. Zindel Segal.