Silence in itself can be scary for those who need the noice to comfort them.

Thanks for reading and commenting.
Silence is as powerful as explosions.
Regards James

The repetition works like a drumbeat you can’t escape.
Silence becomes the loudest violence here.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, it always helps knowing someone understands and has our back. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
In the Netherlands, we believe that everyone has ‘een rugzakje’. A backpack, but the addition of ‘je’ can’t be translated as far as I know. It’s there to indicate that sometimes it’s heavy and sometimes less. If I make any sense.

In this rugzakje we all carry things from present and past (mostly).
The thing for others, is to accept other rugzakjes too. I hear what you say, and at the same time I know that there will be more people who will support and embrace you.

The days will be getting longer. I hope that more hours of light will strengthen you.

Warm regards, Gus

A great piece written for your husband. Nicely executed!

That is the question isn’t it. Very deep.

Wolves are back! Big bad and naughty wolves. The Wolves you are writing about seem to be more seductive and haunting than threatening.
I’m curious to read your take on this topic.

I am slogging at the library right now reading through the first draft making revisions. About to transcribe it from my notebook to the computer so I can send it to you finally. Ughhhhhh writing is such a process, Elke! Haha 😂

Dude you’re to freaking wild, we remember jumping in windows back in the days. Hahaha, pounding on the floor so that the bed didn’t make any noise. You’re wild though with getting caught dude. We thought it was going to be grandma, to tight