Reading the title reminded me of the time I prayed silently after my mother's death and felt a sudden calmness, as if someone was listening. I don't know how to explain it, but it was real. Have any such cases happened to you?
Yes, I had a similar feeling once in autumn, when I went alone to the forest for mushrooms outside Prague and suddenly stopped by an old oak tree. There was complete silence and I felt that I was not alone, even though no one was in sight. Then I prayed for my sons and the weight of work fell off my shoulders. Thanks for the memory, Dhimitër.
Yes, I also remember one evening after my husband died, I was sitting in the kitchen in Plovdiv and kneading bread for the next day. Suddenly everything went quiet and I felt such peace as if someone had put a hand on my shoulder. I wasn't looking for it, it just came. And you, Dimitar, what exactly were you praying then?
I remember when my father died, I came back from work in Kutaisi one evening and I was just sitting on the balcony. Suddenly there was such peace that I didn't even shed a tear, as if someone was standing next to me. Dimitri, what prayer did you say that day after the death of your mother?
It happened to me once after my mother-in-law's funeral, when I was kneading the dough for donuts in the evening in the kitchen in the Lviv region. Suddenly everything quieted down, and I felt as if someone was just standing next to me, although in no one's house. Dimitri, what were you whispering in prayer just then?
Christina, something similar happened to me when I was kneading cheesecakes at home in the kitchen after my shift at the hospital. Also, suddenly the silence is so thick, as if someone is standing nearby, and my son did not even hear me calling him in the room at that time. And what did you feel at that moment - warmth or maybe peace?
I also had this happen when my wife was in the hospital after surgery. I was sitting alone in an apartment in Munich, cooking buckwheat for dinner, and suddenly there was such silence - as if someone was nearby. I didn’t look for it on purpose, it just became calm, like in your kitchens with dough and mushrooms. And you, Dimitar, what exactly did you whisper in that prayer after your mother’s death?
