Woestijn means desert in the Dutch language. It was in the Moroccan Desert, Mhamis Ghizlaine where I found peace in my heart and in my soul. I am a bit of an aging Boho-hippi chick, who gets anxiety over riding a bike, making a mistake at work, a nasty remark about my way of doing stuff, yet I would walk through a forest alone at midnight. Ride the night bus alone across Morocco, stand up to people trying to rip me off. Challenge my ex Narcissist, violent, scamming partner. I am an empath, I love too hard and forgive too easy, but I never forget. Trauma, PTSD, BPD and 49% Viking DNA.
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Single mum to a 31 year old. I work full time at the moment at a job I love. Two cats I adore cats. Mum is 91 and likes in UK, I live in NL. Im hippi Indi. Love putting a smile on peoples faces. Love travel, the desert, writing, crafts, and mental health issues. View more posts
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