I believe that I cannot miss that, which is. The thing that I miss, is my own construction, my own belief, the way I see something. But that is not necessarily that, which is. I may not understand someone or something and have my own interpretation of either, but the thing I then miss belongs… Continue reading

To heal is to become whole. That is what I have learned over time.  While cleaning out my computer and naming untitled documents I came across endless beginnings of poetry, songs and essays on Healing. Beginnings but no endings. Possibly because Healing is a never ending process? At least that‘s how I see it. There is… Continue reading

I remember you. You took me to that shop in the Nine Streets of Amsterdam and after maybe ten minutes and one glance we had found our match: a beautiful weight of silver silk that you turned into my wedding dress. Long cut with an empire waist and a décolleté so deep you had to… Continue reading