published on: 05.05.2009 in: All entries
Today they're gone. The wind has swept them off the streets, cleared the air. Which is grey, today, as the trees grieve the death of blossom.
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On falling, they huddle together alongside the pavement and rustle in defiance when the wind picks them up in twirls.
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Withered leaves of blossom make way for Summer’s green as they fall from the trees and float in the air like snow drops.
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published on: 02.05.2009 in: All entriesMost people jog anti-clockwise. This surprises me as it seems a little counter intuitive. Anyway, so I jog clockwise because that way it’s less noticeable how slow I am. Also, I can study the other runners. It’s my only way to turn jogging into something slightly less unpleasant than it is. I love the elderly […]
moreYour child is my child
published on: 01.05.2009 in: All entriesThe moment you become a parent, you experience a shift in fundamental emotions. No longer can you bear seeing a child suffer, epsecially when that child is a victim of agression. The reason being: you identify. You now know. It’s an all encompassing knowing. The other person’s child is your child who can’t sleep for […]
moreOn passing
published on: 28.04.2009 in: All entriesSomething passed through me last night. I couldn’t sleep. And when it felt like I was, asleep, it came. In a rush, like a wave, that did not cover me, nor smother me. It passed through me. Good or evil? The answer spoke in silent darkness: good comes in confidence, sheds no doubt, removes fear. Then came my […]
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published on: 24.04.2009 in: All entriesI am a woman. But my main character in my new novel is a man. Writing a man’s perspective is proving to be less challenging than I would have expected when starting this journey. And lately, I have taken to the habit of asking my male friends what would be their worst fear when reaching […]
moreRoze quartz
published on: 15.04.2009 in: All entriesMy mother gave me two presents for my birthday: a rug she had bought when she was in Tunesia. And a roze quartz necklace. There was a card too, saying ‘this was your grandmother’s’. My mother had wrapped the necklace in bright pink tissue paper and put it in a little black box. It’s hard […]
moreLast dance
published on: 11.04.2009 in: All entriesThere it was. Like a gentle tap on my shoulder. The end. It happened this way with my first book, and it happened again. It's the strangest of sensations. One that easily slips by as we readily move on with our lives and start facing the next challenge. If it were not for nature, out there […]
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