funeral coffee

the kitchen is ever dark, and cold, and cave-like, and sombre. starting the fire, on gas or in the cooking range. the quiet determinism of those present in the house for the morning. the smell of sadness, the unspoken collectiveness of all people waiting. the setting-up of the pots, the pouring of water, the measuring […]

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twelve – companionship

in all times there have been people who fear god in a very particular way. they walk with god as companions. and often very little is known about them. i wonder why. maybe because this companionship cannot be expressed in human words? or rather – because the human words narrow the companionship down to trivia, […]

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