If objects could speak
November
We celebrate 19 years in Belgium. Soon after we’ve arrived, it snowed. I’m not sure we know what snow looks like anymore.
I celebrate my day of birth. Thank you, Mom, and Dad for giving me life!
We arrived in Belgium after the 9/11 turmoil in America and now waiting in Europe for the counting of votes between Mr. Trump and Mr. Biden in the presidential elections in America. And all the turmoil that surrounds the outcome…
And, again, LOCK DOWN…
My only sister and sibling learns to live with a fatal disease. “I live one day at a time”, she says.
Zoom-meetings, old fashioned telephone conversations to listen and encourage, on-line church services, a week of teaching with a group of young people in the South of France and even a creative evening of lament for losses during this Corona time, counselling training and supervision via Skype.
How we miss this way!
We did manage a walk with the children at the local abbey.
Wim starts an international spiritual direction course of 2 years.
We light the prophet’s candle of hope on the first Sunday of Advent.
