How George Bush’s funeral gave me back hope

I made an unbelievable discovery this week, and ever since I am in peace. I felt a dramatic shift in me and in the blink of an eye, the balance in me was restored.

Like so many of us, I watched the funeral of former President Georg H. W. Bush. Not in full lengths -one has to work to make a living- but I listened to it during my work and looked up at the TV screen when I wanted to.

6 Minutes and 20 Seconds

I noticed the silence, turned around and looked at her on my screen. The young girl just stood there, didn’t say a word and at first, I didn’t understand. 

Six Months

 

The Wordless Wednesday picture I posted the day after the election

I still wake up and wish it all would be just a dream. Much has changed during the last six months. I still laugh a lot and giggle like a little girl, but there is also a sadness in me that you can often see -and hear- when I read or watch the news. 

Missing but Not Forgotten

I was in the kitchen when I heard the news on TV. Three young women that had been found in Cleveland, not so far from where we live. I went to the living room, sat down in front of the TV and what I heard sent shivers down my spine.

Understanding the UK after the London Attack

Today, I read an article about the terror attack in London and one of the comments, written by a reader from Great Britain, left me with the need to apologize to him and to the rest of the world. 

Inauguration Day

I don’t have much to say today. Just wanted to share a poem that is dear to me. 

New Year: A Dialogue

MORTAL:
“The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;
Who is it knocking at my door?”