With much reluctance, almost some grief, I cancelled our summer trip to Greece in March for obvious reasons – the destructive power of an invisible enemy that led to drastic measures being imposed in the country.
Tag: Longing
Some winter thoughts
One of the hardest things for me to handle in the winter months is to get up in the morning. It is all quiet. From the dark sky, the moon is looking down on my tired face. No birds singing, no smell of freshly brewed coffee and croissants, no lively conversations from the neighbours who usually have breakfast on the terrace or in the garden during the summer months.
Last night in Tenerife
The children eventually fell asleep in the car, which is parked on the side road. I cannot wait. Pushing the door open slowly, I breathe in the fresh salty air that feels a bit chilly at this time of the day. Walking straight to the beach, I want to give it a proper farewell, like an ending to a story that has lasted seven days. This my last night in Tenerife. Continue reading “Last night in Tenerife”
The place where my soul belongs to
So here I am, sitting on the soft sandy beach and facing the sea. The longing has eased, the thrill is back. The soft sound of waves, pushing back and forth. It’s my retreat. For some unexplainable reasons, it seems to be where my soul belongs to. It’s just the feelings, yes, it’s all about the feelings. The feeling of coming home. Continue reading “The place where my soul belongs to”
