The furniture has been moved. The things have been moved. Thanks to fabulous friends, the bookshelf has acquired a new shape and size. Now for phase three: unpacking the boxes, moving the books. All the many, many kilos of them. and meanwhile, I need to fix the holes in the walls and repaint the walls […]Read More phase two finished
the moon floats in the hazy Aegean blue like a Cheshire cheese. the air is moist and kind of cold, though hectically warm. i have lost the right words. yes, as the trite metaphor goes, silence engulfs me. no, not only engulfs, it also enfolds, consumes and drowns me. this silence is black, and it […]Read More when there are no words, there is silence. or so they say.
you are beautiful – when winds break up clusters of apple-blossom and throw pink petals whitely about the streets where you walk. you are beautiful – when suns gather on that side of the mist, and punch through it, ray by ray weaving you morning. you are beautiful – when birds sing their territories hidden […]Read More a text, intended as a plea with those who find this time extra difficult
they are, well, plants. they do not move, nor speak, nor can they defend themselves against loads of things. maybe some parasites, and that only because they have this chemistry going inside themselves. that all said, lilies come in various shapes and sizes, fragrances and colours. they are tall and royally white or purple like the […]Read More consider the lilies*
the big things in life are easy to deal with: they chunk together and stand proud; they can be hit – or missed. they either crush one, or make one taller. the big things, the landmark decisions, the global pain, the ultimate losses are easy. it is the small things that are difficult to manage. […]Read More not the big things
hope is this frail little root that lifts a large chunk of asphalt just because. but a simple movement of foot can terminate the frail root. hope is also the balance between the fear of termination, and the lifting of asphalt covers. hope thrives on being opposed. this is why it is symbolised by holly, […]Read More Seventeen. Hope