Sometimes, you can’t explain how you feel. So, you go looking for the words. I found mine in this piece by Irish poet John O’Donohue.
Today, I said goodbye to my Grandmother. A force of nature. An exceptional woman. And a sharp, witty, eversmiling Granny. I know no one more deserving of the title ‘great soul’. It has always been my honour to be her granddaughter. So now, I want to honour her. With the great words of another great … More When Great Trees Fall
Today is All Souls, yesterday was All Saints. Two days that remind us that death is part of life. Two days to not only think of loved ones that aren’t here anymore, but also to visit them. Two days that cemeteries are not gloomy but full of colour and life. And that is exactly the … More Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Even though we’re in the last week of October, it’s still nice and warm outside. ‘A poem about Indian summer it is’, I thought to myself. Enter Dorothy Parker. The genius. Who used her wit to give Indian summer a whole new meaning. Nothing difficult or fancy. Just the art of not giving a damn. … More Indian Summer
There is no season that makes me think of Emily Brontë’s work more than autumn. Even though she has written poems that are quite joyful, I prefer the ones where she explores and contemplates deep and complex emotions. In this poem, she describes the change of seasons. Not with sadness, because the days are shortening … More Fall, Leaves, Fall