Cheryl Soul2Soul
Published: 2023-01-30
Total Pages: 709
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Pension Bloemenhof is a source of strength and light It is a place from which wonderful things happen People find healing, find themselves They discover what they love to do And thus become a source of strength and light themselves Add such sources together And explosions occur, like volcanic eruptions Imagine what can happen as a result people heal society restores... Dream with me! A part of the book: Chapter 1. Memories Agents at the door, a car accident, Erik dead, a dark hole into which she had fallen silently. She had been dreaming, it couldn't be true, it shouldn't be true! She woke up sweating, sweating from the heat of this summer day at the end of August, but even more from the dream itself. And yet she was cold, she felt the chill of death. She realised that she had indeed been dreaming, a dream that took her back to exactly one year ago, the day those policemen had actually come to the door with their message of doom. Erik was no more, it was over, her great love was gone, never again together, never, never, never again... Never again, that was the steep slide into darkness... Silently she slipped out of bed, took her clothes to the bathroom where she freshened up and got dressed. She crept down the stairs to the kitchen, made a mug of coffee and sat down in her rocking chair with it. She stared outside, where it was already starting to get a little light. She had no idea what time it was, but she didn't care. In fact, everything passed her by at the moment. She looked, but saw nothing in depth. She thought only of Erik, the great love of her youth. In fact, he had been that since her early childhood, the boy with whom she had a click, who understood her, who felt her. The boy who was there for her, and for whom she would give her young life! Other children had teased them, bullied them, but it had hardly touched her, because Erik was there. They were together, and together they were fine. She had lost track of him for a few years, because he went to high school a few years earlier. She felt alone during those years. But he was also the young boy who showed her when she was fifteen, who made her feel that she was good, and especially that she was loved, that she was loved by him, that she was his everything. He had never forgotten her! Erik, the man she had married, because she knew that she loved him with her whole heart and wanted to share her life only with him. The man who helped her through her traumas, her sadness, her pain, her fears. She had not realised before that there was so much in her that had been lost! Erik knew, from the depths of his soul, what she needed to heal emotionally. His inner voice gave him directions that sometimes seemed so contrary, but of which she could say afterwards that it was precisely those contrary things that had pulled a lot of shit loose from her wounds, so that those wounds could heal. It took months for her to finally feel like she was discovering herself, for the first time in her life. Through Erik and her process she finally came to realise that she was an amazing woman, a woman of potential, with an enormous love and power within her, with a desire to help others in their process of inner healing. And she rediscovered what she loved so much: cooking and baking, and being with people, being there for them. That was when Erik got plans to start a guesthouse. He had previously had all kinds of jobs, jobs that he did because he needed to earn a living, but in which he could hardly put his heart into. He loved working with his hands, building things, preferably with wood. And he especially loved people, dealing with people. He had a clear goal, for as long as she had known him: helping people on their way. Not like he had done with her, guiding her for months and months, but helping them on their way, so that they themselves could continue in their own process, in their search..
