I was strolling barefoot through the garden Thinking about what to write to you this week When I came upon a fallen chaffinch, Under a withered rosebush. Had I not been minding my toes through the grass, I would have not seen it. Such are most men - tall enough not to look down as … Continue reading About a Chaffinch
So what if instead of a post there is mostly silence? A photograph and silence, and just a few words only, to go with them. A few days ago I spoon-fed my grandfather soup with a teaspoon. It was a wonderful experience. And I hope that perhaps one day my grandson will spoon-fed me as … Continue reading Written In Passing
Do you? When it will come, how it will be like, whether you will suffer much? Or have you relegated it to a dark and forgotten corner of your mind, turning it into a vague possibility, something that is bound to occur sometime in the future but which until then should be of no concern … Continue reading Do You Ever Think About Your Death?