Blog posts about ’life’

Half a life at seven

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 4 september 2019


Happy Child by Leroy Skalstad


7 and she’s happy with tribal life in Papua New Guinea

Digging for yams with the village dogs

Dad comes home from good hunting

A piece of barbecued bush pig for tea

And a hug and kiss from Mum at night


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We're coming home

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 20 august 2019


Heaven Is My Home by Leroy Skalstad


Bright light embraced Alfredo as he lay on the footpath in downtown Santiago de Chile. It made him blink and hold his hand up to shield his eyes. Then a calm and gentle voice sounded deep inside:

“There is no beginning, there is no end.”


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Na braithrean - The brothers

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 24 july 2019

Flay by xray70


It is said that one day, when the world is in turmoil and humanity is lost in chaos, the Brothers shall return. It is they who will shine the light of love into the darkness and reignite the spirit of unity.


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Being with you

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 18 june 2019


A Stormy Paradise by Fabrizio Turco


Even now, as I step out on to the verandah of the beach house to see the last of the storm clouds departing on the horizon, the air feels muggy. It weighs down on me like a woollen blanket on a hot summer’s day. In an instant, it occurs to me how clearly the early morning storm mirrored the way I feel after our heated exchange late last night. I sigh deeply in an attempt to soothe my heavy heart and start walking on my own through the rain-drenched sand towards the water’s edge.


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Even naughty children are sweet

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 14 may 2019


Woman by Pexels


(that goes for grown-ups too)


The joyous springtime birdsong and the gentle sunrays making their way through the fresh green treetops were lost on Miros Kovac, as he walked slowly yet decidedly down the lane that led to the cemetery. He was too absorbed in thought for that. Every year he made this trip at the beginning of May, yet he had never gotten used to the emotions that went with it. This year was no exception. In fact, it felt even stronger now. However, this time Miros sensed there was a purpose to it.


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