Today would have been my Grandmother’s 93rd birthday. In honour of that, I’m sharing what I wrote for her final goodbye. I translated the original text in Dutch, but you can still find it below. I wrote this when I couldn’t sleep at night, when I was driving in my car or when I was … More She

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