Vulnerability....
It is the day after my 54th Birthday.. I feel blessed with all the messages I got, and with the friends who came over yesterday for coffee and cake. Because my birthday has always been in the middle of the summerholiday I hardly celebrated it. Even as a child I hardly did. Usually we were on holiday, so no need for it.. But I bought cake..and wine...and it was a good day.. A knittingbook, A cookbook, tickets for the theatre, flowers and something more will arrive tomorrow.. And it was special... in a special way... I got a "es specially made for me " poem by Yvonne van der Haven Hij maakt verhalen met draden. Instekend op wat van belang is. Omslaand naar het wezenlijke. Doorhalend wat overbodig is. Hij laat afglijden wat er niet toe doet. Hij maakt het leven voor de ander draagbaar In English it is like this.. hope this is OK Yvonne.. He makes stories with strings To thread o...