My heart fears your departure.
What if you have already left?
Left int the darkness, when I couldn‘t see?
In those busy hours, when I couldn‘t hear?
What if raindrops covered your steps, never to be found?
My heart feels the distance growing.
Never knowing where exactly you are.
Feeling the waves of an ocean between us.
What if you have left the land of waffles, when I dared to blink?
When my sculls were uncovered?
When my raven was watching?
How can I dare to ever close my eyes when my heart insists that there is so much to miss?
That there may be your departure to witness?
The threat of nothingness
A sleepless night.A soar throat and socks that do not match.Finally, a Pumpkin Spice Latte.“The threat of nothingness?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder. She is becoming louder, now that autumn paints the world into a dark fairytale. And she is right. I hate our tendency to just not do things anymore so much 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,…
I can certainly feel this. Stay well, friend.☮️
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Thank you! 🙂
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Absolutely. I hope you’re doing well.
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