We never said goodbye, so you have to return.
I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were never said.
About eyes becoming fearful round.
About lips opening slightly, but no words coming out.
About tears getting ready but staying inside.
And I wonder whether these were promises for precious things to still be part of days that lay ahead.
I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were executed anyway.
About one last moment face to face, raising difficult questions.
About weeks and months to follow, restoring the thought of things to return.
About the feeling of a shadow at the horizon promising better days.
I am thinking that never saying goodbye never means that things were not lost.
But we never said goodbye, so you could still return.
“Sometimes, this is the only magic ever left”, my witch whispers into the flame of the vanilla scented candle.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
