Taking down the decorations and watching the candles burn down, in the surrounding darkness are memories of those no longer present. My Dad with his funny ways – at these times very present. For me, this is how i understand the soul.
Somedays, unexpectidly the Universe hands you a gift and for a moment i think you understand what a caterpillar feels to become a butterfly -one moment sitting on a branch and next being able to soar into the sky, but..
if i had to choose between coming back with the long life of a Galapagos turtle, a bunny in a cabbage patch where these caterpillars spend most of their life or a wild horse of the Camargue – i would pick this last every time – galloping along the sand and surf of the Mediterannean sea.
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