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		Comment on Zuerst die Pasta, dann das Universum by Terry Pottinger		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2026 20:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This conversation here between father and young teenage son is one of the most challenging, unique and fascinating debates I have ever heard. And using the visual of a piece of paper and pencil was brilliant. 

With raising four boys and working with the youth for so many years, I have not come across such an ‘old soul’ in a young man’s body, who has the depth to share in a straight forward way his thoughts about life…what is fair and not fair…what is right or wrong, who dares to be in control of these issues, and feeling safe enough to bring it to the table for discussion. It left me wanting to sit with him for hours, just to listen and peer into his eyes to experience the importance of what he was speaking about. Your focus, questions and patience, Roland has given this young teacher the opportunity to speak without hesitation. 

Oh, how I would love to see where he will be in 10 years from now. I can only imagine.

One question here…as you intently listened…did you see a young Roland? I’m curious.
Thank you for this piece. I thoroughly enjoyed it.<img src="https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/17.0.2/72x72/263a.png" alt="☺" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This conversation here between father and young teenage son is one of the most challenging, unique and fascinating debates I have ever heard. And using the visual of a piece of paper and pencil was brilliant. </p>
<p>With raising four boys and working with the youth for so many years, I have not come across such an ‘old soul’ in a young man’s body, who has the depth to share in a straight forward way his thoughts about life…what is fair and not fair…what is right or wrong, who dares to be in control of these issues, and feeling safe enough to bring it to the table for discussion. It left me wanting to sit with him for hours, just to listen and peer into his eyes to experience the importance of what he was speaking about. Your focus, questions and patience, Roland has given this young teacher the opportunity to speak without hesitation. </p>
<p>Oh, how I would love to see where he will be in 10 years from now. I can only imagine.</p>
<p>One question here…as you intently listened…did you see a young Roland? I’m curious.<br />
Thank you for this piece. I thoroughly enjoyed it.☺️</p>
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		Comment on The flower died in solitude by Fünf Worte auf rotem Holz – Abschied vom Seebären		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/03/17/the-flower-died-in-solitude/#comment-9465</link>

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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2026 22:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] two boards, a narrow seam remains. A white petal finds its resting place there. Before the threshold, he lays pale pebbles from the shore. Beside [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		Comment on The Turquoise Line by Fünf Worte auf rotem Holz – Abschied vom Seebären		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/04/01/the-turquoise-line/#comment-9430</link>

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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2026 15:21:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] a narrow seam remains. A white petal finds its resting place there. Before the threshold, he lays pale pebbles from the shore. Beside the entrance, he sets down a shallow stone bowl. When the water grows still, [&#8230;]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] a narrow seam remains. A white petal finds its resting place there. Before the threshold, he lays pale pebbles from the shore. Beside the entrance, he sets down a shallow stone bowl. When the water grows still, [&#8230;]</p>
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		Comment on Breiter als das Licht by Fünf Worte auf rotem Holz – Abschied vom Seebären		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/22/breiter-als-das-licht/#comment-9429</link>

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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2026 15:21:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] Dschunke liegt noch dort, wo die Flut sie zurückgelassen hat. Halb im Kies, halb im Tang, den roten Bauch dem Morgen [&#8230;]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Dschunke liegt noch dort, wo die Flut sie zurückgelassen hat. Halb im Kies, halb im Tang, den roten Bauch dem Morgen [&#8230;]</p>
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		Comment on Breiter als das Licht by Roland		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/22/breiter-als-das-licht/#comment-8501</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Roland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 17:13:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/22/breiter-als-das-licht/#comment-8447&quot;&gt;Terry Pottinger&lt;/a&gt;.

Dear Terry. I shall keep the metaphor of salt crystals and their transformation close to my heart. It is a very comforting way to visualize how bonds may break, but the force that holds them together is never lost, just transformed for a moment in time. Thank you kindly and from the bottom of my heart.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/22/breiter-als-das-licht/#comment-8447">Terry Pottinger</a>.</p>
<p>Dear Terry. I shall keep the metaphor of salt crystals and their transformation close to my heart. It is a very comforting way to visualize how bonds may break, but the force that holds them together is never lost, just transformed for a moment in time. Thank you kindly and from the bottom of my heart.</p>
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		Comment on Beistellwassergedanken by Roland		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/28/beistellwassergedanken/#comment-8497</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Roland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 17:08:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/28/beistellwassergedanken/#comment-8441&quot;&gt;Terry Pottinger&lt;/a&gt;.

What a beautiful approach to the text, dear Terry! Thank you for sharing this heart warming feedback! Some encounters will not be forgotten... so true!
With all my heart.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/28/beistellwassergedanken/#comment-8441">Terry Pottinger</a>.</p>
<p>What a beautiful approach to the text, dear Terry! Thank you for sharing this heart warming feedback! Some encounters will not be forgotten&#8230; so true!<br />
With all my heart.</p>
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		Comment on Breiter als das Licht by Terry Pottinger		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/22/breiter-als-das-licht/#comment-8447</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Terry Pottinger]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 02:26:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[To me, the salt within the cracks of his hands, tells the story…

And when the salt is gently removed and slowly poured into a small glass — there becomes a pull of attraction between the negative and positive sides of the ocean waters. 

The water’s pull is stronger than the bond holding the salt together, so the salt crystal falls apart piece by piece. Every single separated salt piece goes wrapped in a shield of water molecules so they cannot stick back together. Although, the physical change of the salt is still there, just spread out. When the water dries up (evaporates) the water goes into the air and is joined back together in the form of solid salt crystals. 

Therefore changing the dynamics but not the underlying beauty and depth of the connection. 

Beyond time and space this connection will always be nestled in one of the pockets of his heart to go back to relive and relish in moments of longing. 
It just changes form.<img src="https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/17.0.2/72x72/2728.png" alt="✨" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To me, the salt within the cracks of his hands, tells the story…</p>
<p>And when the salt is gently removed and slowly poured into a small glass — there becomes a pull of attraction between the negative and positive sides of the ocean waters. </p>
<p>The water’s pull is stronger than the bond holding the salt together, so the salt crystal falls apart piece by piece. Every single separated salt piece goes wrapped in a shield of water molecules so they cannot stick back together. Although, the physical change of the salt is still there, just spread out. When the water dries up (evaporates) the water goes into the air and is joined back together in the form of solid salt crystals. </p>
<p>Therefore changing the dynamics but not the underlying beauty and depth of the connection. </p>
<p>Beyond time and space this connection will always be nestled in one of the pockets of his heart to go back to relive and relish in moments of longing.<br />
It just changes form.✨</p>
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		Comment on Beistellwassergedanken by Terry Pottinger		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/06/28/beistellwassergedanken/#comment-8441</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Terry Pottinger]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 01:44:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As I read this one way  Tēte-à-tête between a man and a jewel of Nature ~ I saw myself as the jewel waiting to be seen as the gift that I am. What a beautiful moment — one that will not be forgotten easily by both.<img src="https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/17.0.2/72x72/2728.png" alt="✨" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" /> The realism of this moment will not allow it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As I read this one way  Tēte-à-tête between a man and a jewel of Nature ~ I saw myself as the jewel waiting to be seen as the gift that I am. What a beautiful moment — one that will not be forgotten easily by both.✨ The realism of this moment will not allow it.</p>
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		Comment on Pfützenworte – Wortpfützen by Breiter als das Licht &#124; WiederWerden #8 &#124; Blog		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/04/27/pfuetzenworte/#comment-5880</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Breiter als das Licht &#124; WiederWerden #8 &#124; Blog]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 07:43:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] Wie knochentrockene Erde wenn endlich Regen fällt. Willig. Bereit. Tropfen aus der Quelle, getrunken wie Worte aus einem Land ohne Zäune von Scham und Urteil. Worte, bei denen er nie wusste, ob er gerade [&#8230;]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Wie knochentrockene Erde wenn endlich Regen fällt. Willig. Bereit. Tropfen aus der Quelle, getrunken wie Worte aus einem Land ohne Zäune von Scham und Urteil. Worte, bei denen er nie wusste, ob er gerade [&#8230;]</p>
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		Comment on The flower died in solitude by Breiter als das Licht &#124; WiederWerden #8 &#124; Blog		</title>
		<link>https://blog.punctumgallery.ch/2026/03/17/the-flower-died-in-solitude/#comment-5879</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Breiter als das Licht &#124; WiederWerden #8 &#124; Blog]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 07:32:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] zwischen Wind und Salz aufzutauchen. ”Ach, Salzflüsterin… zart wie die Blütenblätter einer Pfingstrose…” brummt er in sich hinein und spürt, wie etwas in ihm nachgibt. Wie knochentrockene Erde wenn [&#8230;]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] zwischen Wind und Salz aufzutauchen. ”Ach, Salzflüsterin… zart wie die Blütenblätter einer Pfingstrose…” brummt er in sich hinein und spürt, wie etwas in ihm nachgibt. Wie knochentrockene Erde wenn [&#8230;]</p>
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