The Winds of Change and Continuity
Jean-Jacques rolled up the sails of his windmill, made sure that everything was in order before he headed home after a very long day.
A strong wind had woken him during the night, a wind like he was lucky to have once or twice per year. Not too strong, as too strong winds could be problematic, even catastrophic, but strong enough to grind as much grain as he would normally be able to do in two weeks time. Continue reading “The Winds of Change and Continuity”
Dealing with Death
Death is tough, especially for those who have lost someone dear, for those who have seen someone die, for those who are left alone. Death is tough, especially for the person realising that their days are numbered when they are scared of death.
Death is not easy. Dealing with it is not easy either.
When I was 5 my great grandfather died, his death marked me in a way no other death did, but more on that at another time. I saw his lifeless body, I was not scared, this was the first time that I had encountered death. If I remember well, he died during the night while working on some research.
When I was 10 my great grandmother died. Fragile like a young baby she was lying lifeless in her hospital bed where she had drawn her last breath. Up until a few days before she was still an active woman within the many walls of her home. Continue reading “Dealing with Death”
This is a little piece that I wrote yesterday (24th of Mai 2016), which does explain my recent blogging silence. Hopefully posting it will get me out of the slump.
3 months ago my mother drew her very last breath.
I still cannot believe it. I cannot seem to grasp this new reality.
Sometimes things are very tough. Especially when realization comes crashing down on me like a tsunami.
3 months is a long time. So much can happen in 3 short months. I watched my daughter grow, develop an impressive bilingual vocabulary. I thought about my past, my present and what I want for my future. I got my creativity going again. Still these last three months have been foggy I am not experimenting Spring the way I did last year. I never experienced Spring so intensely as I did last year. I had no idea that the interests Spring so far would be the last one with my mother. Continue reading “3 months”
I have been silent for some time now. The month of February only say 7 posts, of which two were guest posts (if you have not read them yet, please check them out). One was about Carnival in Cologne by Conny Kaufmann and the other about Mardi Gras by Diana Gordon. I did not promote their posts as much as I would normally do. I … Continue reading Breaking the Silence
Up the steps and onto the Place de la République we walked. Camera teams, big crowds and people emotionally touched and shaken greeted us.
Two weeks and a day after the terrorist attack in Paris, I joined my family on our yearly Thanksgiving walk, which started with paying a tribute to the people who lost their lives on Friday the 13th of November 2015.
Today, a month and a day later, I want to try to put into words what I saw and felt on that walk. I want to write about it this year, and not next year. Continue reading “A Touching Walk”