What had always seemed one, became two Two futures drifting apart Two pasts no longer the same Two presents lost in heartache AB - 01/24

Ooievaars in trekvlucht, boven Istanbul. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn’s rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die. – Clare Harner (1909–1977)

Nu al weer een hele poos geleden, vond ik dit briefje op straat, op een regenachtige dag. Misschien is het nooit bij Fabiënne terecht...

One day I walked out the door Suitcase in my hand To a place I’ve been before Some faraway land I sat down at the bus stop Ticket in my hand Dawn breaking all'round me For me to understand It was a cold winter morning Bare trees against a dawning sky A sudden breeze moved us all Trees and birds and me alike I was lifted out of my thoughts By a screeching crow up high Drawing my attention to the doorway That appeared before my inner eye Suddenly I was filled with joy Becau

Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that...

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,...

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don’t go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep!...

Just another evening swim at the water sports club... The sea was lovely and cool. This time Lucky the dog was there.. She also went for...