Reflecting over how the worries and strife of this world never leave you. Maybe it’s true that no one can be truly happy until everyone is well? At least not until security and basic needs are available for everyone everywhere…
Strolling around in the city center, it’s a most beautiful summerday in the end of July. The clouds are high, soft cotton-like white. It is vacation time, it is summer holiday, the green is bursting with life. And in the midst of it all I can hear the cry.
Later I go swimming with my friends. The temperature in the water is soothing, I suddenly feel some kind of bursting joy – naturally arising from the pleasure – of glittering water and soft waves. Like summer in my soul – children’s laughter. Childrens cry…
It never leaves me, that cry. The cries of the mother, the desperation of the father, that hollow eyes of the children. Those who are still alive, slowly fading away.
So much pain and sorrow – for no reason at all – all this violence… No more now. No more.
I return to my safe haven. That little humble abode. Back to my everyday struggle. And I light justanothercandle, wonder what more I can do…
I search and find that place inside me, where thoughts fall silent… Everything becomes still.
– Solinda Lövstedt, July 2025
12/7-25…känner mig lite liten idag. Tror jag drar mig undan ett tag. Drar ner rullgardinen ett tag. Var gjorde jag av den där gamla filten? Då stänger vi av allt nu då. Bra. Tack så mycke18/7-25