The almond tree is flowering. It’s that time of the year again. The time of the year that you might come back. You might come back, sit with me for a coffee. Tea, I should say. I don’t think we ever had a coffee together. It was always black tea or unpasteurized milk…
Earth, light and innocence… All came together, all turned into one. Life. Sometimes in it, sometimes outside of it. Today present, yesterday missed the day. I shook my shoulders to be here in now, to see it all in one. Earth, light and your innocence. I must, must be more present.
Sat in a room-full of children and parents to teach/learn where the babies come from. There were giggles around the room most times and had fun watching kids have fun. Talked eggs, sperm, uterus, vagina and penis. A classroom environment is a safe and fun place to talk and learn. I haven’t thought…
One by one, they’re all gone Spring turned into summer Autumn to cold Each on their own Each on their way Being childless hurt Children hurt even more Left behind She was the only one She looked at the pen Pen at her No words exchanged Infinite space Weighed on the boiling kettle…
Hanging onto the crumbs. How quickly things get replaced and you move on. What an amazing ability we humans have. Our eight-week long holiday seems like a distant memory already. It’s almost an utopic picture that I walked on the shore with mum and we talked about past and memories. There are not many…
Show appreciation, receive appreciation. Life is very much about this dynamic. If you’re holding back on a “thank you”, do it today. It will mean a lot to the other person. “Good morning Sevim, WOW – the photos are FANTASTIC! You are so talented. I cannot thank you enough for capturing so beautifully…
The teenager in my 7-year-old has started kicking in. Often, I find myself making an effort to reduce the conflicts. And out of nowhere, they come anyway. A father once said to me “I gave up trying. I don’t know with what mood she’s going to walk out of her bedroom today.” I…
Foggy mornings, “wolves would like them” used to say, my father. Neither he nor I ever liked them. They seemed like the path to unknown. We couldn’t see what was ahead and sure it wasn’t going to be a surprise. Mountains and valleys echoed under his feet and the sheep herd ahead. Sun disappeared…
It now feels like a distant memory. I was a young girl. I grabbed life by the balls. I kissed boys and flirted with girls. I wrote poems at night and slept in till noon. I embraced melancholy. I thought I could write novels while in its territory. I sat on the rocks…