One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

This blog came up on my Facebook timeline today, and one I would like to share with my loyal readers.

I wish you enough,

The Nocturnal Wenchy

On the banks of the river I sat near the house, under a tree. Close to the water, but not close enough to get wet. I watched Oupa Mike with an old, dirty hat shielding him from the sun on a canoe, chipping green paint in colour,  drifting in the middle of the river as he fished.

The sky would change colour. occasionally he would shift position.  He sat in that tiny canoe for hours and I would observe him and smile. It was wonderful and he was beautiful to me. Even as a child I appreciated solitude and bored was not a phrase I connected with. I never really gave much thought to my sitting watching Oupa, it is just what I did. I was safe, happy and we were alone – but together. Eventually as night came, he would make his way to the bank. I would help him carry his gear back to the house and…

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Author: WεηchƔ

In September 1997, “The Nocturnal Wenchy” started her blog. The blog remains painfully real but these days she is more of an intermittent Blogger! 😉

One thought on “One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”

  1. Hi Wenchy

    So honoured to have been able to share a small piece of my heart with you. Thanks so much for the great review on my novel – Lost in Chance.
    You are truly unique and an absolute treasure.
    Looking forward to reading more of your posts.

    Lize Jacobs
    Author of Lost in Chance


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