Once I saw you when the sky was pink,
but I want to see you when the sky is golden.
Once I saw you in a storm,
but I want to see you when it‘s raining.
In a world constantly breaking,
I want to keep you,
to give one thing a chance
to survive.
„Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughing about me“, I admit to my witch during one of the first autumn storms of the year. „As if everyone knows that I am too naive and patient and forgiving.“
„But you are okay with it“, she responds proudly, remembering how different our conversations had been a year ago.
Yes, I am okay with it. Because if it keeps the idea of the one thing I hope for in this world, it will make it a better one.
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…
