
It’s Wednesday, time for another post,
more fiction, a short story,
based on a photography.

It’s Wednesday, time for another post,
more fiction, a short story,
based on a photography.

Our yard is a mess right now. The weather doesn’t help, it’s cloudy and cold. It had rained all night long, dirt had been washed on the walkways. Everything has turned green already and lots of it are weeds. Every year I pull them all and every year they come back -all of it. It’s a race or a competition, and I am not so sure if I will ever win.

Many years ago I lost a good friend, she was older than me, and I was fortunate enough to be with her almost to the end. We had many talks, and she was generous enough to share her life experience with me. “Don’t ever look back with regret,” she said, and I am not so sure I understood it right then and there.
There are writers and there are poets and then there was Leonard Cohen, who I think was absolutely brilliant. Most of us know his song “Halleluja” and while it’s beautiful I always thought that “The Window” is one of Cohen‟s most compelling songs.

I look around, and I can’t help but smile; I feel proud to be one of them. I see confidence and courage, we show it in the way we walk and talk. I can’t remember seeing this when I was young, but then perhaps I didn’t have an eye for it then, didn’t know what to look for.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

“It’s hypocrisy to call yourself a Christian and chase away a refugee or someone seeking help, someone who is hungry or thirsty, toss out someone who is in need of my help,” he said. “If I say I am Christian, but do these things, I’m a hypocrite.” Pope Francis, 2016

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