‘my sister my friend’

… I love the way we both can laugh, until we almost cry,
yet hug each other tenderly, when real tears fill our eyes … (by Barbara D. MacAdam)


“need for solitude”


Understand, I’ll slip quietly

Away from the noisy crowd

When I see the pale

Stars rising, blooming over the oaks

I’ll pursue solitary pathways

Through the pale twilit meadows,

With only this one dream:

You come too.

(By Rainer Maria Rilke)