as her waves lull you. invite you.
almost as though they say...
whisper a dream. whisper a dream.
tuesday night and reflecting back on the past days.
a constant come and go.
of a whirling dance and a whirling wind.
can please explain to me, how it is
that we're here and now already in november?
sometimes i feel like it should still be september
as i ask myself where days go by.
the weekend itself was a sweet busy.
it was about friends. again.
it was about the girls.
friday night and full house here.
saturday morning up early for a business meeting.
it means big changes and big challenges
for all those involved.
and again, it's one of those situations and oppurtunities
that makes me reflect and retrack the steps
that lead it all to this.
yes. again. it makes me believe that everything
happens for a reason and a cause.
like a little destiny. a map that's been laid out.
but you simply only see that path you've walked,
understand it's little stops and detours,
after you throw a glance back over your shoulder
there's almost an irony in it all.
my boss and i haven't really spoken about it out loud,
but i think on saturday we both had a moment
that we simply both quietly thought...
who would have imagined two years ago,
when this mission and this vision started,
we'd find ourselves right here and now.
one of those thoughts of never in a life time,
one of those thoughts that would have never crossed your mind.
we both did agree however,
that if this does all fall into place,
it's like a little revolution
and a door opening, into a whole new world.
and yes. although it is a habit of mine to talk in riddles,
and between the lines.
this is something that has to remain just that.
but in my own little way,
i like to think that this also has a bit to do with klaus.
an unknowing gift that he left behind.
and in a way, somehow i like to think it's him sitting up there,
being his mischievious self. smirking and smiling.
and just taking care of things.
and sometimes i wonder what else he's got up his sleeve.
so i got home on saturday and took care of a few things around the house,
and then got myself back into the car to elisabeth.
and setting priorities straight,
it was in the door and into pyjamas.
girls night. elisabeth. kyra. and me.
dinner was on the living room floor,
sprawled out between us and in between a bottle of two of wine,
i was cutting out patterns for elisabeth,
and she was diligently sewing.
and i think kyra was simply thinking of all the strange and silly things
that mom and i were talking about.
but she's used to those talks and conversations by now.
smiles. yes. it's about being all girl. being all woman.
god. we have wild and wonderful conversations.
then welcome sunday
and having breakfast and quickly laying out and designing
elisabeth's new business cards and postcards.
and as usual, i was running late
as petra was on her way over at eleven.
i literally stayed in my pyjamas, threw on the trench coat
and thought to hell with it.
raced home just to get a text message from petra that she slept in too.
i was running late. she was running late.
the perfect partners in crime we are.
and then the two of us just had a wonderfully sweet sunday.
coffees on the kitchen table
and then heading into town to grab a bit to eat
and more coffee again.
sitting at garibaldi's and then off to the trinkhalle
until we were back home again
and it was sunday night.
monday came and went.
a busy day. a good day. an unexpected day.
late home at night day.
today was a bit the same.
a constant go at the office
but a good energy of go at the office.
left a bit early to bring the car to the garage.
yup. the mini started doing a few strange things on me.
as in, she didn't want to take the curve
when i wanted to take the curve.
it was as though we were playing a game of tug of war.
and damn the both of us were stubborn.
i pulled her off to the side. turned her engine off and started her again.
and things were fine.
but as i mentioned it back at work
the boss reckoned it would be better just to take a look
and bring her into the garage.
so that meant leaving her behind
and getting a brand spanking new car for the night.
okay. just a rental. and a beamer to boot.
and although i can't really say it's one of those cars i'd pick myself
it's always definitely a nice car to drive.
and not necessarily good when yet another speeding ticket
is one of those things not allowed at the moment.
and andrea and i wanted to meet up for a coffee after work
so again, as usual, guess who was running late.
i'm absolutely lost driving in pforzheim.
and prolly the reason i can't leave without my gps.
of course, the car of the day was without a navigation.
so i thought it was rather sweet,
when the receptionist heard that i was asking for directions,
and offered to drive ahead of me to show me the way.
i was wearing one of my rings today
and she was all smitten about that when i first walked in the door,
so i think as a small thank you,
i'll give bring a ring for her tomorrow.
just as a little gift. and a little thank you.
for going out of her way.
and coffee and talks with andrea were wonderful.
it's almost as though our whole lives are running on a parallel.
and we both always have too much to say.
sometimes i think that it's like
we're both holding a mirror up to one another
and we see ourselves.
i've only just met her thru work,
and i select most of my collections for the catalogue from her company,
but from the first meeting on,
we knew we were meant to meet.
again, it's sweet how these things happen.
and i'll say it again and again and again.
but yes, all things happen for a reason.
each and every encounter. each and every path crossed.
it's all within reason.
so next week. it's coffee again.
so now i'm on my way off to bed.
just needed to sit down and write.
hold on to the past few days.
and yet, there's still that one story i need to share
and need to tell.
the paris stories... the lost and found.
and whatever story that story needs to hold within.
i'm back on an auction mission.
i've had it on my mind for much too long
that i want a deer and her antlers
on these walls.
maybe for some, a bit morbid in its way,
but for me its the symbolism
the reflection of something majestic, graceful
and full of pride.
strong, vulnerable, and maybe at times naive
but with all her dignity.
her feet were always firm on the ground,
but her head, still always held high.
and all of that is said with her crown
and even after she's gone. its still what's left.
simply saying she was there. and she was here.
and i've watched this auction. and i've watched that.
but tomorrow is the one i want.
because once again, there's this little voice saying...
this is the one. this is the one.
almost as though it's whispering.
and it's simply something you feel. simply something you know.
(just the same as with all those other little things in life...)
so this is me saying good night...
and just letting you know
there's a most beautiful moon out there tonight.
abundant and voluptious
in all her mysterious ways.
la lune. la lune...