{"id":20812,"date":"2015-02-03T18:21:23","date_gmt":"2015-02-03T18:21:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=20812"},"modified":"2015-02-04T10:09:22","modified_gmt":"2015-02-04T10:09:22","slug":"vasilica-grigoras-%e2%80%93-mama-si-mirarea-copilariei-haibun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/02\/03\/vasilica-grigoras-%e2%80%93-mama-si-mirarea-copilariei-haibun\/","title":{"rendered":"Vasilica Grigora\u015f \u2013 MAMA \u015fi mirarea copil\u0103riei : haibun"},"content":{"rendered":"

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De la o vreme, din ce \u00een ce mai des m\u0103 n\u0103p\u0103de\u015fte un<\/p>\n

val de amintiri-<\/em><\/p>\n

fo\u015fnetul proasp\u0103t de v\u00e2nt<\/em><\/p>\n

zburd\u00e2nd pe alei. <\/em><\/p>\n

S\u0103 fie oare vorba despre bagajul \u00een care am adunat, odat\u0103 cu trecerea anilor, speran\u0163e \u015fi dezam\u0103giri, \u00eempliniri \u015fi e\u015fecuri, bucurii \u015fi triste\u0163i, clipe luminoase ori mai tulburi? \u00cenclin s\u0103 cred c\u0103, da. Toate acestea s-au \u00eent\u00e2mplat cu voia Domnului \u015fi au fost stocate \u00een memoria subcon\u015ftientului. Acum revin \u015fi, iar revin.<\/p>\n

Raza soarelui<\/em><\/p>\n

pe pianul timpului-<\/em><\/p>\n

zugravul clipei.<\/em><\/p>\n

Clipele se \u00een\u015fir\u0103 ca m\u0103rgelele de toate culorile \u00een colierul vie\u0163ii. Sunt imagini \u015fi fr\u00e2nturi de via\u0163\u0103 de acum mul\u0163i ani. Amintirile de pe la 5-6 ani\u015fori s-au p\u0103strat foarte vii. Eu, mezina familiei m-am sim\u0163it iubit\u0103 de p\u0103rin\u0163i, de cei 3 fra\u0163i \u015fi sora mea. Cu to\u0163ii mai mari dec\u00e2t mine. C\u00e2nd eu am \u00eenceput s\u0103 deschid ochii spre lume \u015fi s\u0103 cunosc universul natural \u015fi uman \u00een care cre\u015fteam, fra\u0163ii \u015fi sora au plecat cu to\u0163ii la \u015fcoli ori pentru a-\u015fi face un rost \u00een via\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

A\u015f putea spune c\u0103 am crescut precum un vl\u0103star fraged la umbra pomului roditor, MAMA, trecut\u0103 deja de prima tinere\u0163e. M-a ad\u0103pat permanent cu lumina, c\u0103ldura \u015fi iubirea at\u00e2t de necesare unei cre\u015fteri viguroare. Eram mereu \u00een preajma ei \u015fi, iscoditoare din fire cum sunt, m\u0103 interesa tot ceea ce f\u0103cea \u015fi cum f\u0103cea lucrurile. Asta, \u00eens\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00eempiedica s\u0103-mi tr\u0103iesc \u015fi copil\u0103ria. \u00cenconjurat\u0103 de copiii vecinilor, joaca noastr\u0103 se desf\u0103\u015fura \u00een aerul curat din curte, gr\u0103din\u0103, livad\u0103 sau pe uli\u0163\u0103. \u00cen aceste locuri ne zbenguiam \u015fi ne sim\u0163eam bine. Nici pomeneal\u0103 de juc\u0103rii cump\u0103rate, ci \u00eenv\u0103\u0163am s\u0103 ni le confec\u0163ion\u0103m din ceea ce ne oferea natura. \u00cemi aduc aminte cu mare bucurie c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

peste mai mul\u0163i ani –<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o traist\u0103 din pod<\/em><\/p>\n

p\u0103pu\u015fi din p\u0103nu\u015fi. <\/em><\/p>\n

Din zilele calde de var\u0103 \u00eemi amintesc acea senza\u0163ie pl\u0103cut\u0103 pe care o sim\u0163eam c\u00e2nd umblam \u00een timpul unor<\/p>\n

ploi de-alt\u0103dat\u0103-<\/em><\/p>\n

descul\u0163\u0103 prin \u015fan\u0163 adun\u00e2nd<\/em><\/p>\n

r\u00e2me \u015fi melci vii.<\/em><\/p>\n

Era fascinant acest lucru. A\u015fezam toate aceste viet\u0103\u0163i \u00eentr-un loc cu iarb\u0103, \u00eengr\u0103deam cu aten\u0163ie un \u0163arc \u00een jurul lor \u015fi le urm\u0103ream atent mi\u015fc\u0103rile. Noaptea, cu grij\u0103 le acopeream cu o c\u00e2rp\u0103 de prin cas\u0103, s\u0103 nu le fie frig. \u00cemi vine s\u0103 r\u00e2d \u00een hohote de naivitatea mea. Mare dezam\u0103gire era diminea\u0163a, c\u00e2nd nu le mai g\u0103seam.<\/p>\n

Uneori, asemenea unor<\/p>\n

fluturi aievea-<\/em><\/p>\n

prin\u015fi \u00een dans \u015fi culoare<\/em><\/p>\n

printre flori \u015fi pomi, <\/em><\/p>\n

de c\u00e2nd m\u0103 sculam, alergam c\u00e2t era ziua de mare, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu ceilal\u0163i prieteni.<\/p>\n

Era minunat c\u00e2nd dormeam pe prispa casei, \u00eenveli\u0163i de cerul plin cu stele, m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia\u0163i de triluri de p\u0103s\u0103rele \u015fi adulmec\u00e2nd mirosul f\u00e2nului ori al florilor din gr\u0103dina din fa\u0163a casei.<\/p>\n

\u00cen nop\u0163i de var\u0103-<\/em><\/p>\n

adieri <\/em>de f\u00e2n cosit<\/em><\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi-n cas\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cencep\u00e2nd de pe la sf\u00e2r\u015fitul lunii mai, ner\u0103bd\u0103tori, aruncam<\/p>\n

priviri de copii <\/em><\/p>\n

spre cire\u015fii \u00een floare-<\/em><\/p>\n

ce lung e timpul!<\/em><\/p>\n

Era mirarea inocent\u0103 a noastr\u0103, a copiilor. D\u0103deam mereu t\u00e2rcoale cire\u015filor \u015fi abia a\u015fteptam s\u0103 se coac\u0103. De c\u00e2nd \u00eencepeau a se p\u00e2rgui, dorin\u0163a \u015fi pofta de-a m\u00e2nca sporeau v\u0103z\u00e2nd cu ochii. Culegeam \u015fi m\u00e2ncam pe s\u0103turate. Fetele, ne \u015fi g\u0103team cu ele, ag\u0103\u0163\u00e2ndu-le la urechi \u015fi ne minunam. Ce cercei minuna\u0163i avem! Care de care era mai m\u00e2ndr\u0103. \u00cens\u0103 cire\u015fele ajungeau la maturitatea coacerii pe la<\/p>\n

mo\u015fii de var\u0103-<\/em><\/p>\n

g\u0103tite cu cire\u015fe <\/em><\/p>\n

c\u0103nile de lut. <\/em><\/p>\n

De pomenirea mor\u0163ilor, se cump\u0103rau str\u0103chini \u015fi c\u0103ni de lut, care se \u00eempodobeau cu cire\u015fe \u015fi se \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163eau. Eram nelipsit\u0103 de l\u00e2ng\u0103 mama \u00een aceast\u0103 zi, d\u00e2ndu-mi toat\u0103 osteneala s\u0103 ajut ca cele date de poman\u0103 s\u0103 arate c\u00e2t mai frumos. Era un adev\u0103rat ceremonial, care \u00eencepea cu preg\u0103titul laptelui cu orez, a\u015fezarea \u00een str\u0103chini, punerea apei ori vinului \u00een c\u0103ni, apoi g\u0103tirea lor cu cire\u015fe. Urma t\u0103m\u00e2iatul, apoi d\u0103deam fuga cu ele prin vecini \u015fi la rude, s\u0103 nu se r\u0103ceasc\u0103. Nu uitam niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 aprind lum\u00e2narea \u015fi s\u0103 pomenesc numele celui pentru care \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163eam<\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc \u015fi faptul c\u0103, \u00een al\u0163i ani era<\/p>\n

secet\u0103 mare<\/em>–<\/em><\/p>\n

scaie\u0163ii mai ascu\u0163i\u0163i<\/em><\/p>\n

ca niciodat\u0103,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi c\u00e2nd am mai crescut, \u00eencepeam s\u0103 \u00een\u0163eleg grijile, lipsurile din acei ani. Acestea, precum ciulinii r\u0103neau inima oamenilor care, obosi\u0163i de munca c\u00e2mpului se lini\u015fteau doar<\/p>\n

dup\u0103-nserare-<\/em><\/p>\n

prin geam intra t\u0103cut un<\/em><\/p>\n

petec de lun\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

Iar a doua zi,<\/p>\n

din nou <\/em>ar\u015fi\u0163\u0103 \u2013
\n\u00een muget de talang\u0103\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

zace t\u0103cerea. <\/em><\/p>\n

T\u0103cerea ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u015fi dureroas\u0103 punea st\u0103p\u00e2nire pe oamenii satului. \u00cemi povestea mama despre seceta din 1946, c\u00e2nd copiii mureau de foame. M\u0103 cutremurau aceste pove\u015fti, mi se p\u0103rea tare nedrept acest lucru. Din fericire, eu nu am prins astfel de perioade triste, de lung\u0103 durat\u0103. Erau ani mai buni, ani mai s\u0103r\u0103c\u0103cio\u015fi, \u00eens\u0103 \u0163\u0103ranii cuno\u015fteau foarte bine lec\u0163ia vie\u0163ii satului: nu \u00eenstr\u0103inau recolta unui an p\u00e2n\u0103 nu vedeau \u00een hambare rodul anului \u00een curs.<\/p>\n

Ap\u0103sat\u0103 de grijile vie\u0163ii, mama era mai mereu \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat\u0103 \u015fi preocupat\u0103 de treburile casei \u015fi ale gospod\u0103riei. Mi-a r\u0103mas \u00een minte imaginea \u015fi<\/p>\n

mirarea mamei-<\/em><\/p>\n

g\u0103ina pierdut\u0103 ie\u015find<\/em><\/p>\n

cu pui din claie. <\/em><\/p>\n

Era tare nec\u0103jit\u0103 pentru c\u0103 avea impresia c\u0103 i-a m\u00e2ncat g\u0103ina vreo vulpe, ori a furat-o cineva, dar spre bucuria tuturor, n-a fost a\u015fa. Ea-\u015fi clocise ou\u0103lele, din care au ie\u015fit pui\u015forii. C\u00e2ntd to\u0163i mergeau pe picioarele lor, i-a adus l\u00e2ng\u0103 prispa casei. Grij\u0103 de mam\u0103! Iar, pentru noi to\u0163i, bucurie.<\/p>\n

\u015ei vara trecea iute, curcubeul ascuns \u00ee\u015fi v\u0103rsa toate culorile \u00een \u00eentreaga natur\u0103, frunzele erau purtate de v\u00e2ntul r\u0103t\u0103citor prin locuri neumblate \u015fi neb\u0103nuite, iarba se \u00eeng\u0103lbenea, apoi se f\u0103cea una cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. Parc\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 observi venea<\/p>\n

deja ninsoarea-<\/em><\/p>\n

ultimul car de coceni<\/em><\/p>\n

sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ind pe drum. <\/em><\/p>\n

Soarele, \u015fi el tot mai scump la vedere \u00ee\u015fi ar\u0103ta din\u0163ii, iar copiii alerg\u00e2nd \u015fi umbl\u00e2nd cu gura c\u0103scat\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2lneau cu guturaiul.<\/p>\n

Casa soarelui,<\/p>\n

cerul plin de nori-<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00een geam printre mu\u015fcate <\/em><\/p>\n

mere \u015fi gutui. <\/em><\/p>\n

Doamne, ce frumos miroseau! Iar pl\u0103cinta \u015fi fiertura din aceste fructe era un adev\u0103rat deliciu.<\/p>\n

\u00cencepea postul Cr\u0103ciunului, frigul se \u00eente\u0163ea \u015fi<\/p>\n

flori de ghea\u0163\u0103-n geam<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi broderii de argint<\/em><\/p>\n

la strea\u015fina casei.<\/em><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd z\u0103pada se a\u015fternea peste tot, iar l\u00e2ng\u0103 gard se forma derdelu\u015f, noi, copiii eram cei mai ferici\u0163i. Cu to\u0163ii participam la o<\/p>\n

or\u0103 deschis\u0103-<\/em><\/p>\n

model\u00e2nd cu s\u00e2rg \u015fi drag<\/em><\/p>\n

om de z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

Iernile erau grele, s\u0103tenii \u015ftiau acest lucru \u015fi-\u015fi aduceau \u00een cas\u0103 cele necesare hranei, \u00eenc\u0103lzitului \u015fi unelte pentru dez\u0103pezire. Uneori<\/p>\n

nicio c\u0103rare-<\/em><\/p>\n

fumul din horn spre cer<\/em><\/p>\n

m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind luna.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen cas\u0103, admiram<\/p>\n

l\u00e2ng\u0103 vatr\u0103-<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u00e2lcind ghemul mamei<\/em><\/p>\n

c\u00e2\u0163iva pisoia\u015fi <\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi intram \u015fi noi \u00een joaca lor.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc Cr\u0103ciunul, cu datinile \u015fi obiceiurile de iarn\u0103. Copil fiind, nu am \u00een\u0163eles cum puteau oamenii s\u0103 taie porcii \u00een ziua de Ignat. Gui\u0163atul lor punea st\u0103p\u00e2nire pe \u00eentreg satul \u015fi r\u0103suna p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een dep\u0103rtare. Mi se p\u0103rea ceva \u00eenfrico\u015f\u0103tor. \u00centotdeauna m\u0103 ascundeam, \u00eemi \u0163ineam m\u00e2inile str\u00e2nse la urechi ca s\u0103 nu aud.<\/p>\n

\u00cens\u0103, cu mare drag \u00eemi amintesc mirosul din cas\u0103, c\u00e2nd, \u00een<\/p>\n

iz de cetin\u0103 –<\/em><\/p>\n

pelincele Domnului<\/em><\/p>\n

pe plita mamei.<\/em><\/p>\n

Anii, ca \u015fi clipele, au zburat ca nebunii \u015fi la un moment dat observ la mama<\/p>\n

peri albi la t\u00e2mpl\u0103-<\/em><\/p>\n

fulgi de \u00een\u0163elepciune<\/em><\/p>\n

pe aripi de timp.<\/em><\/p>\n

Treptat<\/p>\n

apar insomnii –<\/em><\/p>\n

la fereastra inimii <\/em><\/p>\n

bat stropi reci de ploaie.<\/em><\/p>\n

Urm\u00e2ndu-mi crezul de a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a, am plecat de acas\u0103, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 vin tot mai rar \u015fi-n<\/p>\n

v\u00e2ntul de apus-<\/em><\/p>\n

inima m\u0103icu\u0163ei mele<\/em><\/p>\n

abia p\u00e2lp\u00e2ind.<\/em><\/p>\n

Pentru noi, copiii<\/p>\n

brum\u0103 groas\u0103-n zori-<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi dincolo de u\u015f\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

de-acum nelini\u015fti<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00centr-o zi de octombrie, un<\/p>\n

strig\u0103t \u00een cea\u0163\u0103-<\/em><\/p>\n

mult nedorita r\u0103pind <\/em><\/p>\n

scumpa mea mam\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi pe l\u00e2ng\u0103<\/p>\n

haine cernite-<\/em><\/p>\n

din nou l\u0103cr\u0103mioarele<\/em><\/p>\n

laolalt\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

Da, lacrimile noastre \u015fi l\u0103cr\u0103mioarele flori de pe morm\u00e2ntul mamei \u015fi-au dat m\u00e2na pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n

\u00cens\u0103, iarna, c\u00e2nd \u015fi l\u0103cr\u0103mioarele \u00ee\u015fi dorm somnul de veci,<\/p>\n

om\u0103t peste tot-<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi celor reci mai de mult<\/em><\/p>\n

plapum\u0103 nou\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

Acum stau de multe ori<\/p>\n

\u00een taina serii-<\/em><\/p>\n

frunze pe aripi de v\u00e2nt <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00eempletind amintiri.<\/em><\/p>\n

Via\u0163a \u00ee\u015fi urmeaz\u0103 cursul,<\/p>\n

satul adormit-<\/em><\/p>\n

norii pufo\u015fi dep\u0103n\u00e2nd<\/em><\/p>\n

pove\u015fti de sear\u0103,<\/em><\/p>\n

iar \u00een cimitirul din capul satului<\/p>\n

candel\u0103 vie –<\/em><\/p>\n

un licurici prin rou\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

sub crucea mamei<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015etiu c\u0103 totul func\u0163ioneaz\u0103 dup\u0103 logica Domnului. To\u0163i trecem prin timp spre ve\u015fnicie, \u00eens\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n cu regretul c\u0103 nu am avut \u00een\u0163elepciunea s\u0103 fiu mai mult timp \u00eempreun\u0103 cu mama. Iertare, m\u0103icu\u0163\u0103! Dumnezeu s\u0103 te odihneasc\u0103, \u00een lini\u015fte \u015fi pace!<\/p>\n

Vasilica Grigora\u015f<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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