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Sunday Love Letters
Sunday Love Letters
On Sundays,
I write love letters.
I make myself a warm cup of tea,
settle into the coziest corner of my couch,
and I think of you, my friend.
Those letters first travel
through my newsletter... and later,
at the end of each month,
I gather them here.
On their little shelf.
The Way I Once Used to Be
There are days when
I feel that a part of me
has been locked in the past.
The Love for It All
Sometimes I feel like
I'm living in a world that
can't quite make up its mind.
The Forgotten Dictaphone
I found my old dictaphone.
The one that I used
back in the day.
The Shifts of Motherhood
Lately I've been thinking
about how quickly children
grow up.
The Question Too Big
I love talking about
my mother…
But it’s still tender.
The Month She Kept
Sometimes I wonder
if September became
her final spark of mischief.
The Summer of Silence
In late July I noticed
this eerie silence
within me.
The Garden Next to the Bus Depot
Do you have a place
that feels like
a cloud?
The 1000 Days of Longing
It's been 1000 days
since my mom
passed away.
The Hum Beneath the Calm
There's something
about that number
- nineteen -
The Shortcut & The Biker Boys
Sometimes people assume
I'm some sort of shiny person.
Well... I’m not.
The Publish Button
This week I finished something
that I had been working on
for two years.
The Waiting Game
There's a part of me
that always wants to know -
when will it happen?
The Strongest Man That Ever Lived
What if I was
never meant to be
the fastest?
The Saboteur
Have you ever felt
hopelessness sitting
beside you?
The Beauty of the Ordinary
Today is Mother's Day
here in Latvia.
A day with many layers.
The Crumpled Pages
All week I have been writing little
snippets to send you...
And they all ended up in the bin.
The Box We Keep Filling
Lately, I've been thinking
about happiness.
Am I happy with my life?
The Courage of Feeling
Sometimes I feel like
I keep walking in circles…
Stumbling on the same pebbles.
The Note Left Behind
This week I stayed up way too late.
And I knew I was going to feel it
the next day.