Friday 5

It is Friday, again. The week went by in a blur, or is that just me? Maybe it’s because the weather turned bad over here and school is about to start (officially on Monday). As a preschool teacher we had PT meetings and team meetings yesterday. And today our young students can visit the classroom and meet us teachers. It’s very exciting and there is always lots to organise. In school, a lot happens in the background. But before school starts again, let’s enjoy the weekend. And how better to start a weekend with a song?

Let’s go!

Song

Antimatter – leftover wine

Photo

Post of the week

The post that was most read this week was the english translation of the originally french poem “la caresse maudite”

The cursed caress

Visitors

It was a very quiet week on the blog. Very much so. In my mind, some posts went under the radar this week because of that, but I could be wrong.

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Netherlands 🇳🇱

India 🇮🇳

Thoughts

This week I found myself circling the same thoughts, almost like walking the same path over and over, checking if the ground still holds. I asked myself if my words are raw enough – or too raw, if the rhythm I fall into carries the reader or lets them slip away. I wondered if my meandering is charm or distraction, if my voice is strength or flaw. If there is too much different content on the blog and if none of it matters to anyone but me.
I thought a lot about The August Current too. How to bring it onto the blog without repeating myself too often. How to let it stand among the other books and still keep its own pulse, and let it shine. Because this one really deserves to shine. But what if repetition isn’t the enemy I make it out to be? Maybe it’s a way of saying: look again, this matters. To me it does, and maybe that’s enough to make it matter to you too.
I come back to authenticity, always.
To the fear of losing what makes me real. To the fear of polishing or censoring myself too much.
And to the hope that my words, as they are,
are enough.
And that I am too. And you know? More often than not, lately, I think they are. Me too. 💜