Mud on my face

Oops, my foot almost slips away. I quick­ly take a big step to regain my bal­ance. It’s tricky with Y. dan­gling between my out­stretched hands. He is sus­pend­ed above a pool of mud that reach­es my ankles. The back­pack on his back doesn’t make it any eas­i­er. It was his idea to bring it with …

Dreaming in the dark

The lights are always on. The Christ­mas tree out­side the shop­ping mall, the lap­top on my desk. But tonight I will leave the lights out and vis­it the dark­ness. Even the moon won’t show her face this night. Dark­ness. An uncom­fort­able word. A word wait­ing for Light. Away with the dark­ness of our igno­rance and evil. …

The dearest freshness

Our per­son­al Baby-exit could hap­pen any day now. Hope­ful­ly, it will be eas­i­er and less fran­tic than the Brex­it. It might help that there is lit­tle room to nego­ti­ate; the baby is now the only one with deci­sion pow­er. And he has a few more weeks to make his entrance into the world. Obvi­ous­ly, hav­ing a …

No one is forgotten

On World Ani­mal Day, I would like to share a quo­ta­tion that I found in a book about ani­mal rights from Andrew Linzey. It is a vision that was record­ed by Julian of Nor­wich, a remark­able woman from the 14th cen­tu­ry who lived as a her­mit in Eng­land. The text is old Eng­lish and has an appropriately …

Is it me or the world?

The lit­tle life that is grow­ing inside of me is get­ting more pro­nounced every day. Yes­ter­day we had the 20-week scan, which I was real­ly look­ing for­ward to. Every­thing looked good, so we are very hap­py. The phase of col­lect­ing baby items seems to start now; peo­ple around us are offer­ing us all kinds of …