Go with God my dear dancer

I just found out a friend of mine died. She died way too early… or at least that is what I hear a voice in my head say. I hear it and I know I have no idea what right time to die is. I just know that it hurts and a wave of sadness and abandomness washes over me again and again. I cannot imagine how her loved ones feel…

We danced together and shared time and talked. We weren't super close, but she was special. I knew she was struggling but I didn't want to bother her with my concerns. And now she is gone. I feel like I have to hold her so tight, but I know I can’t, she already slipped away. She is needed elsewhere.
Go with God my dear and spread your beautiful wings…thank you for your time

Morning bike ride...

Today on my bike ride to work I remembered... the smell of just cut nettles brought memories of my grandma. Remembering the suffering, her no nonsense attitude towards life and love for her children. The idea that her children learned so little and grandchildren had the privilege of knowing her. Her understanding and courage. 

And when summer starts being cool again and when you remember that life is not just fun and games, but then again it is about time you stop taking yourself seriously... Just be passionate and honest and do things that are worth your time and stop worrying about the others. How good or bad they are has noting to do with how good or bad you are. 

Let yourself be better and make world a better place.

Oh! And I saw a field of sunflowers... haven't seen that in years... so yeah. happy morning!