Wildlife photo of the day. Three cubs hid behind the parent in our little woodland patch. Only the adult decided to gracefully pose. They love the early morning sun here and the safety of the garden. No dogs to scare them here. I suspect the smell of the hens coming from the neighbour’s hen house has also something to do with their liking of our garden. What do you think?
That said, she looks vigilant and exhausted. It’s not easy to feed triplets.
Photo: Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini, 2024. All rights reserved.
While the Internet is flooding with messages of growth, renewal and resurrection, we are not there yet… really. We are still in darkness and we think that we will remain in it. Despite the promise, there is no certainty. Anticipation only, perhaps, on the shoulders of those who have never lost hope…
‘Why not to die on the cross for others?’ Jesus said not to Himself. But he did it. Because someone else said so.
When I started writing Postcards Without Stamps I was following Inked in Colour and I was very inspired by Sash’s letters to her daughter that create a beautiful and thoughtful dialogue with Bo. Some of Sash’s photographs also stick in my mind till this day, especially the one of her daughter holding a feather as if giving a challenge to her mum to write for her (link to her post here). Of course, this is most likely my own projection onto the photo and a reveal of my own sub-conscious need to express love through writing which wants to be met here.
The post below is not a letter as such but perhaps a poem or a lyric to a song and it is just one of those things that wanted to be written.
There I will be
There are moments in life when past and present collapse into one.
When the future is impossible to predict and days impossible to plan,
when tomorrow seems too distant to arrive – in those days, my Princess,
there I will be
your Trust.
When your life will seem too much to handle, there I will be, my Princess, your Trust.
When the pain of regrets will swallow your courage, there I will be, my Princess, your Trust.
When your joys will dissipate and where the hopes will turn into ash, there I will stay my Princess,
Postcards Without Stamps 