When you left
so did coffee and jazz music
good books and art
oil paintings and wine.
The world was drowning
in blue and in silence
instead of orange and wit
and rose and a smile.
But time has passed
and I have found coffee
and music and wine
and paintings in raindrops.
Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day.
„I love those days that feel as if you‘re just around the corner“, I whisper into my most colorful coffee mug and my witch and I drink on that.
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…
