We all need hope… And food, so let’s talk about it!
For J {Husband speaks}[Minoushka speaks] Them beasts are eating all our foodSaid husband in a sober moodWe bought them only yesteryearTo fill our stores with bread and beer Minoushka laughed and shook her headOh husband, that’s just what I saidThe circus travels all year longFrom town to town, it keeps them strong And then you... Continue Reading →
Herfst en Hoop Voor E Mijn lief kijkt me aan met kleuren van klankZe knikt met haar wimpers en raakt mijn gezangKom toe nu mijn ridder en schaak me ter paardEn rij me dan verder met zomerse vaart Ik zoek naar de regen vol weemoed en bruiIk hoor diep vanbinnen een zomerse buiMaar ’t is... Continue Reading →
Inspired by writer Toon Tellegen, I started thinking about what we hear. In his story, the ant and the squirrel build a gigantic ear and point it in different directions to hear what is happening on the other side of the forest, the other side of the ocean and even on the sun. While reading... Continue Reading →
The mission was clearThe outcome became obviousThe hopes were metThe circumstances favourable He put on his little helmetBut then took it off again If he was to be the favouriteHe should only have trust to gainBrave like an eagleFirm like a kingGentle like a ladyDancing in the spring One step, two step, jumpAnd then nothing... Continue Reading →
As I start writing this, I want you to know that I am angry. Upset, frustrated, annoyed, on the burst of crying. I cry for injustice, I cry for tenderness, I cry because of pain and today I cry out of anger and unpower. (I checked it, it seems to be a word) And yes,... Continue Reading →
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, these are the results of last night's challenge. Holiness Garden Creatures Hij en zij Bij Jezus Bij me Cleaning Tenderness Cows Photo by t4hlil at Pexels
(For M) Rain will fall or it won’t.Is what my mother used to say.It makes the grass a little juicy,But some of us prefer the hay. The winter barns are getting ready,To keep us cows inside and dry.That leaking roof still kind of drains me,But still provides a waterslide. Last week was quite the scandal,When... Continue Reading →
(For W) I gently lift you and admire youYou look back and seem to want to say…So many things I never tried for.I look at you and think and pray. I wonder if the future’s laughing,At this dumber version of myself.If I can only get to know you,Know you just a little more… You teach... Continue Reading →
(For M) I scrub, I wipe, I rinse and dry.Again, I do the same thing twice.The never ending list of chores,Will chase me now forever more? My soul, my heart, my state of mind,Do they need bleach to make them white?Not true, not true, my memory said,You wash them white with blood so red. In... Continue Reading →
(Voor J) Het is niet als de collega naast me aan het werk.Niet als een familielid die ook woont in mijn huis.’t is niet de vriend die ik toevallig tegenkom.Of de kameraad met wie ik elke dag even bel. Is het meer als mijn schaduw die me volgt in de zon?Of het voetspoor dat ik... Continue Reading →
Recipes of Hope 