tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-100368782024-03-07T16:37:37.101-08:00omondieu!angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-31681004336152125002010-05-23T00:09:00.001-07:002010-05-23T00:16:21.285-07:00yoga. observations. and generations.<span style="font-size:85%;">to be continued...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">later.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yoga. observations. and generations. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">on a saturday afternoon.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbKZYz_Wgs1xCai6GWxSGhq5339zxm37nbpwahyn89sM4F83jDpWsJAVon5G7IFkS3frLsarlQqjuDHesOcwLPfWbdRyIUTvs71Vx_hQiyu8Ip3NKxD0eOZUuewpDYLgYt0LzXQ/s1600/IMG_1033+a+bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474360298535038066" style="DISPLAY: 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</div></div></div></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-83441319978690937772010-04-14T21:02:00.000-07:002010-04-14T21:42:08.447-07:00songs of irish seas...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg9KSBQMRI0tA4Rz1Iq4uQ2xO7lr4xUE2yDtBz9zr_3612-LxNxVunPt9pJVwfl0PMI2q5XlE7_uIRYfN_3n6xFKp8dk9tkN3LfKniKGCnBJ0N1CFqs1mDAphY8ta1Bnoue9UVQ/s1600/songs+of+irish+seas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460209733657223330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg9KSBQMRI0tA4Rz1Iq4uQ2xO7lr4xUE2yDtBz9zr_3612-LxNxVunPt9pJVwfl0PMI2q5XlE7_uIRYfN_3n6xFKp8dk9tkN3LfKniKGCnBJ0N1CFqs1mDAphY8ta1Bnoue9UVQ/s320/songs+of+irish+seas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> - songs of irish seas -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">blackrock, ireland</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">february 2010</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just a little quick hello.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's early morning and there's a wonderful hush of quiet around me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with only the sound of spring and her birds singing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's moments like this,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that simply feel so very awake. and aware. and alive.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's a wonderful sensation.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it has been a long while since i've written,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but when i woke up this morning, i just had this urge,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or better said, this little voice that wanted to speak out.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'm wondering what i dreamt last night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i honestly can't remember,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i do know that i dreamt, and dreamt, and dreamt.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and now there's all these little urges, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">these little voices and thoughts</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that seem to have woken with those dreams.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i think they were good dreams.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or maybe there's just something in the air today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">something good in the air today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i just wrote things down on a piece of paper beside me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a bit of a "to do" list of things</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">which is usually what i do in the morning with my cup of coffee.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">those little habits and rituals we have.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but today i decided, this list is going to be a bit different.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i guess in a sense, i want to break a habit,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or make an exception. or just leap over my own little shadow.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and simply see what happens when you do things differently</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">than you normally do.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but that's all for now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">early morning thoughts.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and walking out into a new and wonderful day.</span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-51143660576769464812009-12-26T05:22:00.001-08:002009-12-27T00:35:03.053-08:00beyond. beyond. beyond.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims_rCFJW1gzcIB9u6dOhBjPxQncRLad6Rhvlx94vLgGyH9RGBqgHN9xI5BSietalmh-tZ3DI3GMBuXIE5dqlzB1bIu2jHc8Tmptffb0oWi-ng6RrKQWTX8XHsbASuOhkm1Lm8Dw/s1600-h/2006+08+-+bound_like_prayer_part_ii.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419534777024654114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims_rCFJW1gzcIB9u6dOhBjPxQncRLad6Rhvlx94vLgGyH9RGBqgHN9xI5BSietalmh-tZ3DI3GMBuXIE5dqlzB1bIu2jHc8Tmptffb0oWi-ng6RrKQWTX8XHsbASuOhkm1Lm8Dw/s320/2006+08+-+bound_like_prayer_part_ii.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;">an older photograph.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">one of those once upon a time photographs.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">yet still, and always,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">a special photograph.</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i needed to share this here. today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">words and a song, that have become a true and constant friend</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">these past days. these past weeks.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">giving a passionate peace, giving an enlightening warmth.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">gently reminding me. and maybe even encouraging me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">words that have become a part of the emotions,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and of the chapters (once written and still being written)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and of the journies (once travelled and still be travelled)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">these are simply words, a song and a chant,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that mean much.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i needed to share this here. today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(and maybe it's a bit of a different way of saying...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">merry christmas...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and may all your wishes come true. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and may you go beyond.)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><a href="http://www.beyondsinging.com/english/">BEYOND</a></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">nothing lasts forever,<br /><br />no one lives forever.<br /><br />the flower that fades and dies,<br /><br />winter passes and spring comes,<br /><br />embrace the cycle of life.<br /><br />that is the greatest love. </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><br /><br />GO BEYOND FEAR<br /><br />beyond fear takes you into the place where love grows,<br /><br />when you refuse to follow the impulses of fear, anger and revenge.<br /><br />BEYOND MEANS TO FEEL YOURSELF.<br /><br />start every day singing like the birds<br /><br />singing takes you beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">we need a repeated discipline,<br /><br />a genuine training to let go our old habits of mind<br /><br />and to find and sustain a new way of seeing.<br /><br />GO BEYOND THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS.<br /><br />prayer clears the head and brings back peace to the soul.<br /><br />GO BEYOND TO FEEL THE ONENESS OF THE UNITY<br /><br />sing.<br /><br />singing takes you beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">we are all the same,<br /><br />all the same,<br /><br />looking to find our way back to the source,<br /><br />to the ONE, to the only ONE.<br /><br />GO BEYOND REVENGE.<br /><br />the greatest moment in our lives<br /><br />is when we allow us to teach each other.<br /><br />GO BEYOND TO FEEL THE ONENESS OF THE UNITY.<br /><br />sing.<br /><br />singing takes you beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">TAKE THE JOURNEY INSIDE OF YOU.<br /><br />to become quiet to hear the beyond.<br /><br />to become patient to receive the beyond.<br /><br />to become open to invite the beyond </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">and be grateful to allow the beyond.<br /><br />be in the present moment to live in the beyond.<br /><br />start every day singing like the birds.<br /><br />singing takes you beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">WHAT DOES LOVE HAVE TO DO WITH IT?<br /><br />LOVE grows when you trust.<br /><br />when you trust LOVE heals and renews.<br /><br />LOVE inspires and empowers us to do great things<br /><br />and makes us a better person to love.<br /><br />LOVE makes us feel safe and brings us closer to GOD.<br /><br />when you go beyond that’s where you find true love.<br /><br />keep singing.<br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">singing takes you </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">beyond. beyond. beyond.</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8oEwYKhYI8"><span style="color:#ff6666;">you can listen to these words here</span></a><span style="color:#ff6666;">,<br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">a spiritual message written by Tina Turner - inspired by Deepak Chopra & Rumi</span></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-51499183939104793482009-10-11T14:58:00.001-07:002009-10-11T15:03:12.976-07:00la vie est belle...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iYUZAqtO3GQZ4IzDe4Ouz3iLUfDgmv0jplzGd9v4YfBd07-VSCQE01caJaoO2jNi0pEzuuZzkEr8_E5h_CuQgDFLc9-FSHCbxyFJwL1AvDJSGBqywRIw1sXjZRSPSsEyVENnKg/s1600-h/la+vie+est+belle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391465356750713298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iYUZAqtO3GQZ4IzDe4Ouz3iLUfDgmv0jplzGd9v4YfBd07-VSCQE01caJaoO2jNi0pEzuuZzkEr8_E5h_CuQgDFLc9-FSHCbxyFJwL1AvDJSGBqywRIw1sXjZRSPSsEyVENnKg/s320/la+vie+est+belle.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">these words and this thought</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">became a constant companion.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">i wrote it on a piece of paper</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and i wrote it on my heart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">with each and every day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">la vie est belle... la vie est belle.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">photograph taken in menerbes.</span> </div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">la vie est belle...<br /><br />that’s exactly what it is !<br /><br />i arrived back home from the provence late last tuesday evening. and as welcoming and wonderful and comforting as it is to always find your way back home, there was (and still is…) a hint of me that simply wanted to stay. just a little longer. or a whole lot longer. or maybe even a whole life time longer. and to be honest, i don’t even know where to begin with my stories and my tellings… the sharings of all that was and all that is.<br /><br />and in some ways, some of these stories feel best simply shared with words in spoken conversation to a friend, or in the sweet smile of simply remembering, simply knowing and simply holding them close within.<br /><br />it’s in moments like that, in moments of conversations or personal rememberings, that you keep it alive. that you keep it real. and it’s simply, ever so simply, these things and those moments that are a part of all what is and all what composes everything that is this wonderful you.<br /><br />yes.<br /><br />la vie est belle…<br /><br />and there is such an energy and so many little wonders and goodness that feel as though they are twirling around me these days. with every day. and i want to spill it all. capture and recapture each moment. but i simply can’t. i just want to live it. each moment. as it happens. and awe and adore and breathe and be it all. i don’t even know if there are enough words. for the emotions. the sensations. and when the quiet moments find themselves, i simply take them for all the beauty that the quiet is. to reflect. to enjoy. and to simply let it be.<br /><br />(and as i write this… another little wonder happened. these are the moments. these are the days. and in the midsts of it all. i simply find myself grateful. thankful and grateful. and simply happy…)<br /><br />what are the things i want to share about those days of the provence? i’d simply rather say, “come on over for a cup of coffee… or a glass of wine.” and i’d simply rather tell you the stories as they open themselves. but also, because i want to hear your stories… i’d want to hear of the magic and the wonder and the little moments of your days.<br /><br />i’d tell you stories about that sensation of knowing you’re starting a journey. and not just a journey to a destination, but the journey within a journey. listening to the inner voice. to that intuition. and finding the way. and not just on a map, but within yourself. (although sometimes I wonder why we can’t always have a naviagtion and gps that leads us thru life and not just along the road?). one of the questions that fell upon me in a gentle, familiar and reminding way was “worauf wartest du eigentlich… worauf wartest du?”. (what are you waiting for… what is it that you’re waiting for)”.<br /><br />i’d tell you stories about the most beautiful countrysides and landscapes, colours as light and shadow play a game amongst themselves. of olive trees and cypress trees. and vineyards. beautiful, lush vineyards that teased you with new colours and the sweetest taste on your lips and tongue every day. I’d tell you of the old man that passed me on his walks every day, starting just with his nod of his head, then slowly to a “bonjour madame…” and then to a smile on his face with his “bonjour”… and finally seeing how I was becoming a part of his own every day and gradually graduating to a “bonjour madame… ca va?”.<br /><br />i’d tell you stories of living in a beautiful house that held the passion and respect for days gone by and probably held a thousand and one stories of its own. but also of a beautiful house that wouldn’t be what it was today if it wasn’t for the beautiful souls that brought it back to life. <a href="http://www.lamadone.net/"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">la madone. la madone.<br /></span></strong></a><br />i’d tell you stories of having a car break down in the midsts of the luberon mountains and a quiet country road somewhere between bonnieux and menerbes. people stopping to help and then simply waiting,.counting stones. counting steps. waiting. laughing (as there really wasn’t much else left to do at that given point and moment…). having the woman that lived down the road bring me a cup of coffee. remembering to turn my face into the sun and just smile about it all. trying in my broken french to say thank you again, but help really is on its way (and then having occassional moments of wondering, if it really is… after about the third hour). and about just having the time to think of so many things. and promise to start going back to yoga once i am back home again too. but then, help did finally come with the tow truck. and thankfully, the tow truck wasn’t needed after all. the mechanic was determined it really was just the battery, after all… i’m a woman and i was on the phone and surely i let the car idle with music while i was talking? non? i refuse to answer that question. however, the first two attempts with the battery didn’t seem to be the answer. but then with a thump and a twack and literally a kick in the ass, it was the battery after all.<br /><br />to be continued…<br /><br />(i need to be up early tomorrow morning… on my way to munich.<br /><br />and another story I have to share.)</span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-87323275078256866122009-09-23T15:11:00.000-07:002009-09-23T15:23:02.477-07:00seven more sleeps...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tEuJLh92R4i4A2m8oe7S9O70V_WVi7JY5dUlvG1ae_vemZl2sfP97FmCa4-f6DgdDPUF8sR66xha08m2RLc5bLIbJCe8IrMxT41r5-tONTzbkXA38es0PQcYyQz3U_KF7c3g2g/s1600-h/2006+06+-+return_to_an_innocence.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384789444173040434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tEuJLh92R4i4A2m8oe7S9O70V_WVi7JY5dUlvG1ae_vemZl2sfP97FmCa4-f6DgdDPUF8sR66xha08m2RLc5bLIbJCe8IrMxT41r5-tONTzbkXA38es0PQcYyQz3U_KF7c3g2g/s320/2006+06+-+return_to_an_innocence.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> "Your greatest self has been waiting your whole life.<br />Don't make it wait any longer."<br />- Steve Maraboli -<br /><br />an older photograph.<br />once. taken.<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">but a photograph, that will always mean a lot.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">seven more sleeps.<br /><br />and then i’m finally away. on my holiday.<br /><br />france. the provence.<br /><br />and i like to think i can feel it. taste it. smell it.<br /><br />already.<br /><br /><br />and tonight is the first night<br /><br />that i realised, i don’t hear the crickets outside anymore.<br /><br /><br />maybe they already left last night,<br /><br />or maybe the night before.<br /><br />all i know is that suddenly i’m aware of the quiet i hear.<br /><br />the change. of coming. and of going.<br /><br />cycles and circles. these motions in constant flow.<br /><br />and as much as there’s a gentle inner warmth of an autumn evening,<br /><br />there’s that nostalgic sentiment of time that’s let itself be carried on.<br /><br /><br />there’s been much going on the past days. even the past weeks.<br /><br />and again, i’ve wanted to write and share all those things here.<br /><br />of the good things. of little wonders as i like to call them.<br /><br />and of subtle moments that maybe don’t have much relevance.<br /><br />but if you hold those moments, or the reflections of them<br /><br />in your hand,<br /><br />you see things in a different light.<br /><br />and suddenly there is a relevance.<br /><br />understandings. or simply pieces that fall into place.<br /><br />and as always,<br /><br />it’s the simple things, those subtle things<br /><br />that usually have more strength or power<br /><br />than we can possibly imagine ourselves.<br /><br />desiderata. yes. desiderata.<br /><br />and those little things<br /><br />are like the pebbles and stones we cast into a pond,<br /><br />playfully rippling their echoes.<br /><br />and knowingly or not,<br /><br />changing things.<br /><br />somedays I feel like i’ve been casting pebbles.<br /><br />and somedays i feel like i’ve been the pebble cast.<br /><br />but most of these days,<br /><br />i feel like i’m simply in the magical ripple and echoe of it all.<br /><br /><br />last night I went to ute dahmen’s reading of her book<br /><br />aenne burda. wunder sind machbar.<br /><br />a biography on the life of an amazing, an interesting<br /><br />and a unique woman. a powerful woman.<br /><br />the title of the book is based on one of aenne’s quotes.<br /><br />“Ich werde zeigen, dass Wunder machbar sind”<br /><br />which means,<br /><br />“I will show, that wonders can be made“<br /><br />and that’s what i like about that thought.<br /><br />not waiting for wonders to simply happen themselves,<br /><br />or “wondering” why they are or aren’t happening.<br /><br />but rather making the wonders happen.<br /><br />and maybe what she also meant in between those lines,<br /><br />is in simply being the wonder yourself.<br /><br /><br />and i believe, the book just might be one of the books<br /><br />that i’m taking along with me on my holiday.<br /><br />although I have to also admit,<br /><br />there are a few books that are piling themselves up<br /><br />waiting and wanting to be read.<br /><br /><br />and that leaves me wondering,<br /><br />what are the books that are lying on your bedside table?<br /><br />or on your kitchen table and your living room floor?<br /><br /><br />i like it when books don’t always dutifully oblige<br /><br />to simply being orderly kept on their shelves.<br /><br />i have my books here and there and everywhere in the house.<br /><br />yes. on shelves and in shelves.<br /><br />but also on the floor. or on the window sill.<br /><br />sometimes it’s almost as though I create places for my books,<br /><br />as though to make them feel at home.<br /><br />or an invitation of waiting and wanting to be discovered.<br /><br />it’s as though books need open spaces. they need to breath.<br /><br />to become a part of what’s surrounds us.<br /><br />and sometimes I like to think that books also speak stories<br /><br />aside from those written within and along their pages.<br /><br /><br />i like finding books at flea markets.<br /><br />books i simply instinctively stumble upon.<br /><br />sometimes it’s the cover of the book that lures and lulls me<br /><br />(although it’s been said again and again,<br /><br />never to judge a book by its cover…)<br /><br />and sometimes yes, it’s simply the instinct.<br /><br />and you open it up and read a line on an unknown page,<br /><br />finding a sense of curiousity. or a familiarity.<br /><br />and of all the pages,<br /><br />that’s the one you turned to. that’s the one you found.<br /><br />and usually it’s a lovely surprise.<br /><br />it simply fits. it simply belongs.<br /><br />one line in the middle of a story. and yet it’s complete.<br /><br /><br />and whenever i travel, there’s almost always a book<br /><br />that travels back home with me too.<br /><br />even if in a language i don’t speak nor understand,<br /><br />but there’s almost always a book.<br /><br />something, that simply lured me. and lulled me.<br /><br /><br />new books. old books. sometimes forgotten books.<br /><br />and that reminds me of a thought I wrote a while ago.<br /><br /><br /><br />on a scrap piece of paper that i slipped<br /><br />into my own handwritten book.<br /><br />i’ll have to see if i can find those words again.<br /><br />maybe. later.<br /><br /><br />but for now,<br /><br />i’m simply going to slip outside<br /><br />my blanket, a glass of wine. and maybe a cigarette.<br /><br />because peaking a glance out the window,<br /><br />it looks like there’s a beautiful autumn sky<br /><br />and a glorious heaven of stars.<br /><br /><br />tonight is the first night<br /><br />that i realised, i don’t hear the crickets outside anymore.<br /><br /><br />and so maybe tonight is just the right night<br /><br />in this different kind of quiet,<br /><br />to say hello. and to say good bye.<br /><br />to the change. of coming. and of going.<br /><br />cycles and circles.<br /><br />these motions in constant flow.</span></div><div align="left"></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-30680763609065587602009-09-01T13:59:00.000-07:002009-09-01T15:09:11.788-07:00explore. dream. discover.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24wgDYuPrCoboojT5F175YlW97S4LfY8lvKtjaBVxl8wgua5EpDwYZkZW3wbe8fKAP_FtvQAURcC8Da_lnl64tSZ_YmNNtGStO0e4eqYqTZRZp3EFFshM4j0VO8-obLDRsgR8lA/s1600-h/facade_3jpg.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBUsidf_5h1nzoCATnGArp5weqsfALCaz3FQAM7hEbdCnCpEdiyvjzWJ5JQH8zVQa82D94Qa_on40k0bqpGR6KiP9KjqHjVm5R_nTJYXD0Y0bRQAjiKyFTx4PNcMlMKCcvUVBWg/s1600-h/chambre-renaissance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376608761583717394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBUsidf_5h1nzoCATnGArp5weqsfALCaz3FQAM7hEbdCnCpEdiyvjzWJ5JQH8zVQa82D94Qa_on40k0bqpGR6KiP9KjqHjVm5R_nTJYXD0Y0bRQAjiKyFTx4PNcMlMKCcvUVBWg/s320/chambre-renaissance.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"T</span><span style="font-size:78%;">hrow off the bowlines. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sail away from the safe harbor. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Catch the trade winds in your sails. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Explore. Dream. Discover." </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Mark Twain.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">la provence.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it's been a while now since i've been promising that to myself.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">just a bit of time away</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">to explore. dream. discover.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and today, i simply said yes.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">on the 30th of september </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">me, myself and i</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">are going to pack our bags and pack the car</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and take a little long drive.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">an autumn drive.<br /><br />and find our way here. </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div><br />la madone.<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.lamadone.net/"><span style="color:#ff6666;">the beautiful la madone</span></a><br /><br /><br />simply time away<br /><br />to read. to write. to day dream.<br /><br />to play with the camera again.<br /><br />to wander. and to wonder.<br /><br />to take lazy afternoon naps<br /><br />or to walk along the sea.<br /><br />maze myself thru vineyards<br /><br />and tempt myself in markets.<br /><br />with antiques or simply delicious delights<br /><br />to taste with the autumn evening wine.<br /><br /><br />but mostly,<br /><br />just to take deep and passionate breaths of life again.<br /><br /><br />there's a wonderful phrase in german<br /><br /><em>die seele baumeln lassen</em>...<br /><br />is to let the soul sway.<br /><br /><br />and that's just what i'm going to do.<br /><br /><br />time away. alone.<br /><br />and smiling at strangers<br /><br />and smiling at life.<br /><br /><br />and all the apartments at la madone are a treasure,<br /><br />but it was the <a href="http://www.lamadone.net/renaissance.htm"><span style="color:#ff6666;">renaissance</span></a> that i really fell in love with.<br /><br /><br />sometimes,<br /><br />we simply have to say yes.<br /><br />and sometimes,<br /><br />we simply have to be good to ourselves.<br /><br /><br />la provence.<br /><br />it's been a while now since i've been promising that to myself.<br /><br />just a bit of time away<br /><br />to explore. dream. discover.<br /><br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-korxVcGVmgny1JX-f5Yjxm72NiVe7qqDeM64Xaa2TOSaAZzAE0dAlIpuxYfqZCygF_PmvxnmXH9IqHiCYN10dHNv7LvrZ6pKDCq7a5zq91pUbzR2c64GTbiCT9gHaJjMjxecg/s1600-h/salon-renaissance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376608612446163938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-korxVcGVmgny1JX-f5Yjxm72NiVe7qqDeM64Xaa2TOSaAZzAE0dAlIpuxYfqZCygF_PmvxnmXH9IqHiCYN10dHNv7LvrZ6pKDCq7a5zq91pUbzR2c64GTbiCT9gHaJjMjxecg/s320/salon-renaissance.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.lamadone.net/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;">photos from la madone.</span></a></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-24442343522410638372009-08-25T12:34:00.000-07:002009-08-25T13:57:05.994-07:00Desiderata...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">And whether or not it is clear to you,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Therefore, be at peace with God,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">whatever you conceive Him to be.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">And whatever your labors and aspirations,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">in the noisy confusion of life,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">keep peace in your soul.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">With all its sham,drudgery, and broken dreams,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">it is still a beautiful world.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Be cheerful.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Strive to be happy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Desiderata"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">- Max Ehrmann -</span></div><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Desiderata...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's always been a poem... and a companion.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of words that i always carefully and fondly embrace...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">words that need reminding. of words that need remembering.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">words that need the here. and the now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and yes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">words we need to carry along on the way.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i'm enjoying the quiet of the summer night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the winding down, the coming down</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of a long day. and a good day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there's a soft breeze fluttering thru the window.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i can still hear the crickets outside...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and oh how i love that sound.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's like a soft lullaby of a summer's night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i have to admit,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i'm always a bit sad when suddenly a night comes,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and you realise they've gone. away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and there's simply a different sense of quiet</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that cradles itself around you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that's the day, when you know</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">summer has passed...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and there's a change in the air.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">things move. and they move on.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yes,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the world is unfolding. just as it should.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">tonight,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i had a wonderful lady here from the local newspaper.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i guess you could say it was for an interview</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i had no idea what to expect and needless to say,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i think i was a bit nervous too.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">what if i say the wrong things...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or what if i fall and stumble all over my thoughts and words.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yes. i tend to be a bit clutsy at times. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but the only thing i could keep reminding myself of,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">was simply be yourself.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">take a deep breath... and simply be yourself.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">after all, isn't that the one thing that we're all best at being?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">anyhow,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's late. and it's night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the soft ssummer evening's breeze has become a fall of rain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a luscious luscious summer rain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'm going to slip outside, under the veranda</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and under a blanket</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and simply wrap the day around me...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to let it all unfold.</span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">desiderata...</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-12456736430456693362009-08-24T13:27:00.000-07:002009-08-25T11:35:09.053-07:00playing games...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzG5qSmriztrSTTCaIJsapU8TfXXI3-_EhGLHD2iLXS0qUnw5LqKTcddkrurGlq9z1KrSbePR_atucZ7trQMt1GNDpr9eMyecoWEGUn3W7DL0hedqWtwSQ_dK-exioB0FcycJnaA/s1600-h/IMG_2990.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373630846449376562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzG5qSmriztrSTTCaIJsapU8TfXXI3-_EhGLHD2iLXS0qUnw5LqKTcddkrurGlq9z1KrSbePR_atucZ7trQMt1GNDpr9eMyecoWEGUn3W7DL0hedqWtwSQ_dK-exioB0FcycJnaA/s320/IMG_2990.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">shadow games...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">while waiting at train stations</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">with the little detours in life.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">susanne. et moi.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">being playfully silly. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">once a little while ago.</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIuqkoD2dGD9G6rUPUmKErom5D-n0ZvQe1Y6hxjlYCCXiPfttIkgPSaBY94SfQXh2DjaqoxEKcb6eHF5Qo24Ov8tQBz83YBN3mTZ6_qOIT2R44RMzaFR3O3blunhAKnZ_j16nsQ/s1600-h/IMG_2991.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373630373207226194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIuqkoD2dGD9G6rUPUmKErom5D-n0ZvQe1Y6hxjlYCCXiPfttIkgPSaBY94SfQXh2DjaqoxEKcb6eHF5Qo24Ov8tQBz83YBN3mTZ6_qOIT2R44RMzaFR3O3blunhAKnZ_j16nsQ/s320/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" /></a>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-11717582324187481702009-08-07T23:16:00.000-07:002009-08-07T23:53:26.406-07:00saturday morning... coffee in hand.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">And above all watch, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">with glittering eyes the whole world around you </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">because the greatest secrets </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">are always hidden in the most unlikely places. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">- Roald Dahl -</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">good morning...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">saturday morning.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i just wanted to write a word or two</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and say hello,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with my cup of coffee in hand.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">oh. there's so much i've been wanting to babble on about.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">random thoughts. of this and that and this again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i've wanted to write about gaylene.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and about secret garden parties.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i've wanted to write about wonderfully lazy sundays</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">swimming in the quarry, sleeping in the sun.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i've wanted to write about magical summer nights </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and the <a href="http://www.cvq.de/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>lovely cécile</strong></span></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and about purgings. sifting thru the little things.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">making room for the bigger things.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and sometimes we go thru purgings of the mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the heart</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and not just dresser drawers.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i still never told my story of paris</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">at the feet of lions and the wedding ring.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or of the beautiful <a href="http://www.annanetrebko.com/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>anna netrebko</strong></span></a> with a pretty flower ring.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but maybe those are things i'll get caught up on yet.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or simply write about other precious moments as they come along</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and come to life.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in a sweet way, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i like to think that every day holds and shares its precious moment.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and so i find myself with a smile with each new day</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the wonder </span><span style="font-size:85%;">of wondering.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">because its the surprise of the unexpected,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the good unexpected moments</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that i love best.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">open arms. open eyes. and an open heart.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ready to simply embrace</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">life. and love.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and <a href="http://www.artesprit.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>susan</strong></span></a> is on her way over for a few days...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a wonderful friend that i can embrace tomorrow night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and that too leaves a smile on my face!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">anyhow...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">saturday morning.<br /><br />and i just wanted to write a word or two<br /><br />and say hello,<br /><br />with my cup of coffee in hand.</span> </p>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-25648534633696368572009-07-22T13:23:00.001-07:002009-07-22T16:33:18.092-07:00sir nicholas henderson...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDOUFolRYUWNqPIDKRIXgv3_snCZUz9iPz7rHddVNPN4FwQz-tf8YyM_UK9Q33-TXgFLIg-Bxu4-UdMfrMSdqv0694Pxe2XKmvc0wkTDVYes0LdNpYSHPLsosyhplWPb2E6stig/s1600-h/sir+nicholas+henderson_and_london_part_i.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361383179399251762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDOUFolRYUWNqPIDKRIXgv3_snCZUz9iPz7rHddVNPN4FwQz-tf8YyM_UK9Q33-TXgFLIg-Bxu4-UdMfrMSdqv0694Pxe2XKmvc0wkTDVYes0LdNpYSHPLsosyhplWPb2E6stig/s320/sir+nicholas+henderson_and_london_part_i.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sir Nicholas Henderson</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">1 April 1919 – 16 March 2009</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Henderson was a toweringly handsome man of enormous charm and affections. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">His throwaway manner disguised a rapier-sharp mind. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">He was a Scarlet Pimpernel among ambassadors, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">a romantic hero with an extraordinary quality of coolness. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nothing ruffled his good-humoured urbanity, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">his glamorous, deeply English style."</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/mar/17/obituary-sir-nicholas-henderson">The Guardian</a></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">photograph taken on an august day. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">once upon a time. in london. the café rouge.</span></div><p><br /><br /><br />every now and then, you meet strangers along the way.<br /><br />you speak, without the use of language.<br /><br />simply an understanding,<br /><br />a knowing smile.<br /><br />a mutual sympathy.<br /><br /><br />and that was my moment<br /><br />of having met<br /><br />sir nicholas henderson.<br /><br /><br />over the years,<br /><br />this is a photograph that i have treasured<br /><br />that always brought a quiet smile upon my face.<br /><br />and with each and every time i looked back at this photo,<br /><br />i found myself remembering.<br /><br />and seeing that moment. being in that moment<br /><br />once again.<br /><br /><br />we were sitting in the café rouge. knightsbridge.<br /><br />claudia and i were slowly on our way back to the airport,<br /><br />after a weekend together for one of our<br /><br />"let's meet in the middle of the world" weekends.<br /><br /><br />and there was such an energy in the place,<br /><br />the energy of all the people and all the strangers.<br /><br />and it was a good energy.<br /><br />it felt like there were so many stories wanting to be told<br /><br />if you just took a moment to look. to watch.<br /><br />and in that sense,<br /><br />to listen<br /><br />with eyes. and with heart.<br /><br />it's when you listen not to what you simply hear,<br /><br />but to what you feel.<br /><br /><br />and i needed to capture a few of these moments,<br /><br />these listenings and these feelings.<br /><br />i needed to. and i wanted to.<br /><br /><br />and that's when this man walked in<br /><br />and took place just a few tables away.<br /><br />an older man. a gentleman.<br /><br />he had such a grace about him. an elegance.<br /><br />something so striking and so intriguing.<br /><br />there was something friendly. and sincere.<br /><br />something genuine.<br /><br />his presence was something gentle.<br /><br />and even with the years his face held or the white of his hair,<br /><br />there was something boyish about him. almost playful.<br /><br />and i could sense, there were so many stories he could tell </p><p>and so many stories he could share.<br /><br />and i had this longing to listen.<br /><br />to be taken on a little journey with the stories.<br /><br /><br />there are times i can be timid with the camera.<br /><br />unsure and uncertain if i'm allowed to invite myself into a moment<br /><br />that doesn't belong to me.<br /><br />respect. boundaries.<br /><br /><br />but on this particular day,<br /><br />i think there was a courage. or many just an intuition.<br /><br />or simply something you emanate. radiate.<br /><br />and the world opens its doors to you.<br /><br />it opens its eyes to you.<br /><br />and its heart.<br /><br /><br />i still remember that moment that i took the camera in the hand,<br /><br />i know i had a smile on my face.,<br /><br />and i know that i didn't look thru the lens,<br /><br />but i simply held the camera. and i simply looked at him.<br /><br /><br />and that's when i realised,<br /><br />he allowed me to watch. he allowed me to wonder.<br /><br />he allowed me into his moment.<br /><br />and he had a smile on his face too.<br /><br /><br />i felt i had to speak with him,<br /><br />simply to let him know,<br /><br />that this wasn't just a photograph taken</p><p>for the sake of a photograph,<br /><br />but rather because i was captivated,<br /><br />and because i felt there was such an aura about him. </p><p><br /><br />and i told him, i would like to send him this photograph too.<br /><br /><br />he smiled at me again,<br /><br />shook my hand and said he was fascinated as well.<br /><br />the way i looked at him with sincerity and a curiousity.<br /><br />and that he could tell i was someone that took life and people<br /><br />and that what surrounds me,<br /><br />with a sensitivity and an awareness.<br /><br />and that is a rare virtue. something to be valued.<br /><br />and then he said,<br /><br />"hello. my name is nicholas."<br /><br /><br />he asked me if i had a piece of paper and a pen.<br /><br />i went back to the table to get my purse<br /><br />and pulled out a book.<br /><br />i always have a book.<br /><br />to simply write thoughts. write moments.<br /><br />to write little manifestations throughout the day.<br /><br />and then he wrote down his name. his address.<br /><br />and he smiled again and said<br /><br />"i look forward to seeing that photograph."<br /><br /><br />at that moment, i only took a quick glance<br /><br />at the letters and the words he had written.<br /><br />i thanked him and wished him a wonderful day.<br /><br /><br />it wasn't until i got home that evening that i pulled out my book.<br /><br />sir nicholas henderson.<br /><br />that was his name.<br /><br /><br />i think i felt a bit more of the familiarity in that moment.<br /><br />and of course i had to google.<br /><br />oh for the love of google.<br /><br /><br />and that's when i found another smile on my face.<br /><br /><br />as a child growing up,<br /><br />i was fortunate enough to have teachers that left their impact on my life.<br /><br />grade two and mrs. moritz. she was one of those teachers.<br /><br />she taught me about honesty. integrity.<br /><br />and awoke an interest in politics.<br /><br />i think it was in grade two </p><p>that i fell in love with pierre elliot trudeau.<br /><br />and to this day, </p><p>i find him to be one of the most passionate and powerful,<br /><br />literally liberating politicians there ever was.<br /><br />he too had a grace. an elegance. and yet his unconventionality.<br /><br />and always his red rose that he wore on his lapel. </p><p><br /><br />and although i was in grade six </p><p>when the falkland islands crisis came to be,<br /><br />it was something that i followed and was so very aware of.<br /><br />it made me question more about politics, about relations.<br /><br />and i remember going back to mrs. moritz<br /><br />and holding conversations.<br /><br />wanting to learn. wanting to understand.<br /><br />pretty heavy when you're in grade six<br /><br />and everything else that really mattered those days,<br /><br />was who was the most favourite girl in the class<br /><br />or playing joan jett and the black hearts again and again and again.<br /><br />or falling in love with simon le bon.<br /><br />i was eleven and hello. welcome puberty. and growing breasts.</p><p>or reading judy blume books. </p><p>does anyone remember "ralph"?</p><p><br /><br />and then there was the falkland islands. </p><p><br /><br />and to this day,<br /><br />i base many of my own personal thoughts and theories </p><p></p><p>of a very strange british and american political relationship </p><p>and what i consider,<br /><br />apparent silent vows to back then.<br /><br />yes. rewind time. 1982. the falkland islands.<br /><br /><br />and that's when i realised,<br /><br />i knew the name.<br /><br />sir nicholas henderson.<br /><br />he built relations. and he built ships.<br /><br />and then he built bridges.</p><p></p><p>relationship bridges.<br /><br /><br />it's been a while since i held this photograph in my hand.<br /><br />it's been a while since i held that piece of paper in my hand.<br /><br />and tonight for some reason,<br /><br />i had to pull it out of a box<br /><br />and out of a frame.<br /><br /><br />and then i suddenly had a regret.<br /><br />because i never sent that photograph after all.<br /><br /><br />so maybe what i want to say,<br /><br />is thank you for that smile.<br /><br />and thank you for that moment.<br /><br />simply because...<br /><br /><br />every now and then, you meet strangers along the way.<br /><br />you speak, without the use of language.<br /><br />simply an understanding,<br /><br />a knowing smile.<br /><br />a mutual sympathy.<br /><br /><br />but they make a difference<br /><br />and they become a part of your life.<br /><br />and the stories you write in your life.<br /><br />and the stories you share in your life. </p><p></p><p>sir nicholas henderson.</p><p></p>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-30533829387718158822009-06-24T15:09:00.001-07:002009-06-24T21:08:14.696-07:00reminding the self....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj0_lWBkMYayGaEUO0Tt_Y6BvBhievcD7CUW-cVtL_2YjJws23tGhZx6ghSb10zQrZW5a97B5eVTCoJie89o2_CKmD7Ap4vA_uSvI8-lMl7RS9ImpUTdjaFzEA3QouG4zc7nXiMQ/s1600-h/sark+reminder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351019737379450194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj0_lWBkMYayGaEUO0Tt_Y6BvBhievcD7CUW-cVtL_2YjJws23tGhZx6ghSb10zQrZW5a97B5eVTCoJie89o2_CKmD7Ap4vA_uSvI8-lMl7RS9ImpUTdjaFzEA3QouG4zc7nXiMQ/s320/sark+reminder.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">reminding... the self.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">once again.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">the miracle is you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">oh how i adore this woman...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://www.planetsark.com/">lovingly known as sark!</a></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">how to be really alive! </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><br /><br />live juicy. <strong>stamp out conformity.</strong><br /><br />stay in bed all day. dream of gypsy<br /><br />wagons. find snails making love.<br /><br />develop an astounding appetite for books.<br /><br />drink sunsets. draw out your feelings.<br /><br /><strong>amaze yourself. be ridiculous.</strong> stop<br /><br />woryying. now. if not now, then when?<br /><br /><strong>make yes your favourite word.</strong> marry<br /><br />yourself. dry your clothes in the sun.<br /><br /><strong>eat mangoes naked.</strong> keep toys in the<br /><br />bathtub. spin yourself dizzy. <strong>hang<br /><br />upside down. follow a child.</strong> celebrate<br /><br />an old person. send a love letter to your<br /><br />self. be advanced. try endearing. <strong>invent<br /><br />new ways to love. </strong>transform negatives.<br /><br />delight someone. <strong>wear pajamas to a<br /><br />drive in movie.</strong> allow yourself to feel<br /><br />rich withouth money. <strong>be who you truly<br /><br />are</strong> and the money will follow.<strong> believe<br /><br />in everything.</strong> you are always on<br /><br />your way to a miracle. </div><div align="left"><br /><br />the miracle is you.</span></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-15762385214240957892009-05-18T13:28:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:00:48.917-07:00cherry trees...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eY-YrzyzjUgRmkGWAKp6WmiJuU2gyM-BLYGHP3utJzQGSyfNxet6rlWAwgiI2SMSWVc1QgHhx3swQTxnjw3irA7xUIZAUDcC0z9SFlMoXznHNpa0rYvFJ0EvcO7rDme9DUHd3w/s1600-h/IMG_8053+bw+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337264414710634626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eY-YrzyzjUgRmkGWAKp6WmiJuU2gyM-BLYGHP3utJzQGSyfNxet6rlWAwgiI2SMSWVc1QgHhx3swQTxnjw3irA7xUIZAUDcC0z9SFlMoXznHNpa0rYvFJ0EvcO7rDme9DUHd3w/s320/IMG_8053+bw+a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">seeing clearly. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">illuminations. of light </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">the katrin sessions.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;">today.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i walked thru the garden</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and picked my first cherries from the tree.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">it felt like that first taste of sweet.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i simply stood there, </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">reaching out and reaching up...<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and what was it that pablo neruda once said?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">"i want to do with you</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">what spring does with cherry trees..."<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and i found a smile on my face.<br /></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">today, it felt like there was magic in the garden.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and magic in the day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i saw my first rose that came to bloom.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">augusta louisa.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">with her orange and peach and pink.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's just a day or two, </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and then my peonies, </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">will hold their promise too.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i saw the first shades of lavender,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and the shy white purity of my jasmine.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">with each and every day,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">it feels like its all promising something new.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">you know,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">life amazes me at times.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">simply, the little things...<br /></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">like a garden in spring.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and cherry trees.'<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and what amazed you today?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">what made you fall into that glorious wonder of wonder?</span></p>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-88382072508361863792009-05-10T12:51:00.000-07:002009-05-10T13:15:18.191-07:00capturing light...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcALhltrmDe10GzZIpG1WW4cQkvgLH1LZCkijwTyvo_0K5ax21rK565gn7bxv9AqCtelK7-sgd3uxGw1kXEcj4nRQJlji-x1mssHp8rJQ0swo8FH_7TTZ1wpoPYkLVjyPw82Tzwg/s1600-h/IMG_9301+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334285809726786498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcALhltrmDe10GzZIpG1WW4cQkvgLH1LZCkijwTyvo_0K5ax21rK565gn7bxv9AqCtelK7-sgd3uxGw1kXEcj4nRQJlji-x1mssHp8rJQ0swo8FH_7TTZ1wpoPYkLVjyPw82Tzwg/s320/IMG_9301+a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">glimpses of saturday morning</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and the katrin sessions. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">capturing light, as it falls thru a window</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">upon realms of the aura of beauty.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there was much that i wanted to write today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">simply little ramblings of thoughts. happenings.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">things that make me smile these days.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and maybe even those things, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that carry themselves heavy on the heart.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i've come to suddenly notice,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that sunday has almost come to past</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's leaving me content with just the quiet</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the still of the night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so instead, i'll simply and quietly share a photograph or two</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">from the katrin sessions. yesterday.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'll slip outside with a glass of wine,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sit on the steps and feel the soft hushed wind and gentle fall of rain,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">gaze a little at the skies</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and maybe see a star light, star bright,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to make my wish come true tonight.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'll open my arms and open my heart to a new day</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a new week.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and hope she's good and wonderful for all of us.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hKwUWx3VmYS7bet5R5WnWoE94QjrFXzrAJlbNa-bEtSq71m6F_e6YaNfTR79sXKsnkEg_im6htWQb8aJx863FVy0O9bfB-TlrfEW2uvDbTajuFvh8HDOXuL_zp_6UzzfCe53TA/s1600-h/IMG_8286+bw+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334285712863286226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hKwUWx3VmYS7bet5R5WnWoE94QjrFXzrAJlbNa-bEtSq71m6F_e6YaNfTR79sXKsnkEg_im6htWQb8aJx863FVy0O9bfB-TlrfEW2uvDbTajuFvh8HDOXuL_zp_6UzzfCe53TA/s320/IMG_8286+bw+a.jpg" border="0" /></a>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-26603718528961593192009-04-15T13:39:00.000-07:002009-04-15T15:04:02.617-07:00thailand. and back again.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEcSuSPTZngPIPoMTHw_BZl6JxwycmsuvYIMXKuVcqZn2wrNUE5suLDtDX3ldmuFOg8MpLCnVaxTj6hNmumw2ZMqgjMyST2E1384h0dQ4a86U33NGn6IIOEYAFnpXw1HcUnSK6Q/s1600-h/IMG_7269+a+72+dpi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325020605063228898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEcSuSPTZngPIPoMTHw_BZl6JxwycmsuvYIMXKuVcqZn2wrNUE5suLDtDX3ldmuFOg8MpLCnVaxTj6hNmumw2ZMqgjMyST2E1384h0dQ4a86U33NGn6IIOEYAFnpXw1HcUnSK6Q/s320/IMG_7269+a+72+dpi.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">sacred. and mystical.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">ancient stories carved</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">in the pasts of yesterdays and tomorrows.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and this is where we stand now.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just a quick note to say hello.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'm home again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i arrived back from thailand<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">late last week.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i still feel as though i'm caught</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in the wonderful blur,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of being in two places.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">moments along the maps<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of here and there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it was simply a time</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to take a deep breath.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">inhale and exhale.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and in the same sense,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">be absolutely overwhelmed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with wonder.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with the wonder of colour. and sounds and smells.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or the wonder of contradictions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">cultural contradictions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the wonder of pulsating streets.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then the wonder of solitude</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">watching the morning sun as she rises.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or the wonder of midnight hours</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">lying under stars with the lull of the sea.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about a hand filled with white sea shells</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a heart filled with the momentum of life.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yes. i'm home again...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in the wonderful blur,<br /><br />of being in two places.<br /><br />moments along the maps<br /><br />of here and there.</span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-791556544229679192009-03-22T15:29:00.000-07:002009-03-22T17:16:54.617-07:00taking that daring chance...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMi10YWxmCm3YkJWx62CQ_tM0Ty1O2LZGuUBJxA1NwggybwMcFovAr0g4L-mBGzTFdp9n9_v90wu0ELFGlo4SsJ7uPKd2_BWYGQrF3aSrL3YZvs_EOc1Vi6ego_XziT_muW5TXg/s1600-h/WEB_NTTE_RZ_260209-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316146952011947410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMi10YWxmCm3YkJWx62CQ_tM0Ty1O2LZGuUBJxA1NwggybwMcFovAr0g4L-mBGzTFdp9n9_v90wu0ELFGlo4SsJ7uPKd2_BWYGQrF3aSrL3YZvs_EOc1Vi6ego_XziT_muW5TXg/s320/WEB_NTTE_RZ_260209-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></div><div align="center">From 3rd to 17th April 2009,<br />the artMbassy Gallery in Berlin will be showing the "Best Of"<br />from the Fashion Photography Contest on Hair,<br />"New to the Eye", by Sebastian Professional.<br /><br />Around 130 creative people from across the globe<br />sent in more than 1.100 photographs.<br />A selection of the best (about 50 exhibits)<br />will be on display at the exhibition.<br />After its premiere in Berlin, the collection will be on tour.<br />Exhibitions are planned for Frankfurt, Vienna and Zürich.<br /><br /><br />(excerpts from <a href="http://www.sebastian-ger.de/"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Sebastian Professional</span></strong></a> Press Release)<br /></span></div></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">back in december,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">isabelle had asked me if i could do a few photographs</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">for her at the salon.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">simply for a project that she has in mind,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">showing women and men of different faces, generations,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">different colours, different cuts.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">the idea was to show personalities</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and the beauty that each has in themselves,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">while still keeping the story on hair. and style.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it was a good day. it was a wonderful day. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">we laughed together. we talked together.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and to be honest, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i believe that for a few of the women, even the men,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it was almost like an unveiling. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">as though seeing themselves in a different light</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">or from a different perspective.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">photography is about telling stories,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but in a language that requires no words.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">photography is about capturing an essence,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and a moment in time. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it's about documenting. and it's about reflecting.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />and maybe it's a cliché,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but it's not just about seeing with the eye,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but also seeing with the heart.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />anyhow,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">isabelle then came up with the idea,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">that we should send in the one or other photograph</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">for the "new to the eye" competition from <a href="http://www.sebastian-ger.de/"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">sebastian</span></strong></a>.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />i was a bit hesitant.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">sebastian has some of the best hair and style photography out there.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">avantgarde at its finest.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">provocative. evocative.<br /></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and although i was pleased with the photographs,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i just didn't think that i could be parred with that.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i didn't think that i could stand a chance.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but isabelle didn't let easy.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and close to the very last minute,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i sent in two of the photographs taken that day.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">so now it's my turn to say...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">thank you for being so god damn stubborn with me my dear bella.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and thank you for being a "best of" in my own life...<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">because we made it!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">we're a part of the exhibit. a part of the collection.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">we're a part of "new to the eye".<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i like to think that the magic we stirred in those girls,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">was the magic they stirred in us.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">you see.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it's all about reflecting. reflections.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and taking a chance.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">about taking that daring chance...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></div></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnsVJT5nlU8_PXk1gLrxxBIoyNItSj-6STCclTLNMtojuFdg6Y-R8u1b37K9ilGhKTBAkan7alpF2b3HWMJI-Dd78W_E9IFYPP43MfWWE-yaa0s8xnE2pgCMX903Gggl5joLF3w/s1600-h/72+dpi+IMG_6931+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316143265171773602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnsVJT5nlU8_PXk1gLrxxBIoyNItSj-6STCclTLNMtojuFdg6Y-R8u1b37K9ilGhKTBAkan7alpF2b3HWMJI-Dd78W_E9IFYPP43MfWWE-yaa0s8xnE2pgCMX903Gggl5joLF3w/s320/72+dpi+IMG_6931+a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></div></span></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-6421903283593767222009-03-15T15:21:00.000-07:002009-03-15T22:57:49.274-07:00waiting for spring...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5p0OlCzXgdLrjD1RIKJT8HLKkz0JWy_mYzMObeQz4nA8fBzCsDQksPTcgIDD8y33WDa1J_tCFFUPUduUu2sRwt1B5y7fms-FYMP4RgMRhhO1Bsncn4s-Bc-pJEjONmGy-Nfl8w/s1600-h/IMG_1995+-+20+x+30+bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313543540249296306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5p0OlCzXgdLrjD1RIKJT8HLKkz0JWy_mYzMObeQz4nA8fBzCsDQksPTcgIDD8y33WDa1J_tCFFUPUduUu2sRwt1B5y7fms-FYMP4RgMRhhO1Bsncn4s-Bc-pJEjONmGy-Nfl8w/s320/IMG_1995+-+20+x+30+bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">waiting for spring...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">as she blossoms. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">quietly. slowly.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">passionately.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">this glorious promise she keeps.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and as she awakes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and restlessly playfully stirs...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">you feel and you see</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">her open arms. and her open heart. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">hello again.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it's a been a while.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">a long long while...<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but like with a good friend,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">you simply start off where you left off.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's as though not a day, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">not a week nor a month has passed.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">or maybe it's like spring.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">one day you simply wake up,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and you know she's there.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">you might not see her just quite yet,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but you feel her.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and you catch yourself with a smile.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">knowing that in her own way,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">she was there all along.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div></div><div>------------</div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">sunday. sweet sunday.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">that's what today was.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about spending the morning in pyjamas and with cups of coffee,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">sitting around the kitchen table with a friend.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about getting dressed in my favourite flowered skirt,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">a jean jacket and a scarf with a pair of rubber boots</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and saying hello to the garden.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about pruning roses for the first time in my life.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and it was about the smile on my face, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">simply to see that they survived the winter. and me.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(do i dare admit, i think i broke every gardening rule</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">there ever was to break...</span><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about planting white peonies</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and digging in the dirt with bare hands</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and about pulling out the weeds. one by one.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about grabbing another cup of coffee and sitting on the steps,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">simply content and thinking just how good things can be.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and beside me on these steps, was my pot of heather.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">my pot of irish heather. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and i took it in my hands, just to take a closer look,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and i so had to think of jacinta.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">she brought me that heather last september.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">as a little gift from her cooley mountains.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">she placed it in my hands and told me, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i need to plant this, to always remember how strong i am,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">to remember how real my dreams are,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and what it is that lives inside me</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and what it is that i have to do.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">jacinta. she simply has something magical about herself.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">something wise, but something so beautifully magical.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and i was just sitting there, holding that pot of heather in my hands</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and remembering what she said.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i suddenly received a text message</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">simply saying </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">"ange, i just so had to think of you right now.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i've been thinking of you a lot these past few days,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">wondering how you are...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but suddenly, that thought was stronger than ever</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and i wanted to let you know.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it feels like spring here in ireland today, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it's lovely and i'm going into the garden.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">so strange, because it's almost as though you're here.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">love, jacinta"<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i was at a loss words. and i couldn't help but smile.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">never ever tell me, that thoughts can't travel,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and that thoughts can't be felt.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">over time. over space.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it's the power we have.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's moments like this, that simply remind us.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">there's more to tell about the sunday. and about life.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but for now, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it's time to find my way to blankets and bed.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and simply say good night.<br /></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">waiting for spring...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-18208713184432799382009-01-16T23:26:00.000-08:002009-01-16T23:44:46.818-08:00words. chapters of a year...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiumHAmVqUnVkxfBUwcnTGRXo6fOsPT5p-GIY1njpU9huBaP6db6Pz9tRRHdxPNhk4D4_t1WbTFqfZLBSEvrxEF3S2avBocSyLLRjU7xMhR0gUhxZlMS_Yp6b1Qa9hALorDjCWJA/s1600-h/Wordle+Words+01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292161059568731154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiumHAmVqUnVkxfBUwcnTGRXo6fOsPT5p-GIY1njpU9huBaP6db6Pz9tRRHdxPNhk4D4_t1WbTFqfZLBSEvrxEF3S2avBocSyLLRjU7xMhR0gUhxZlMS_Yp6b1Qa9hALorDjCWJA/s320/Wordle+Words+01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">words. thoughts. fragments of words and thoughts.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that were spoken. and written.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in the days and weeks and months</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of a year gone by.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">these become our chapters. and our stories.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in this wonderful things we call,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">our book of life.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and seeing words splashed on a collage like this,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">makes me realise how wonderful language is.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">how beautiful language is.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's expression. communication.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and even when written rather than spoken,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's voice. it's signature.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of the self. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">simply reflections of the self.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">each word we allow to cross our lips</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to come from our minds or our hearts</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">is a reflection of the self.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-----------------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i've been meaning and wanting to write for days now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">capture thoughts and moments</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and maybe even to manifest what the new year is to be.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but for now,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i'll simply share these words.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sweet. simple. words.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of the days and weeks and months<br /><br />of a year gone by.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ps.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://therealstraightpoop.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>thank you tam</strong></span></a>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for giving me and showing me my <a href="http://www.wordle.net/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>wordle words</strong></span></a>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">blowing you a kiss. just for that.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and just for you being you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-32465716029069520582008-12-15T19:05:00.000-08:002008-12-15T19:27:02.672-08:00home sweet home.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PZWdw-XnBByl8TKbe1yD4NVZtYm5Te9LRzGQPFeWYhZjCBO6dXm4D99FUuXG5fERHxEITSi7_wUDNmiMeQWRI21vYOig79n5Mq8hoO-u2Q8Ygjq_fAFmxfYJBCKM7BgW-i_Oug/s1600-h/snow+when+it+snows+02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218939713422354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PZWdw-XnBByl8TKbe1yD4NVZtYm5Te9LRzGQPFeWYhZjCBO6dXm4D99FUuXG5fERHxEITSi7_wUDNmiMeQWRI21vYOig79n5Mq8hoO-u2Q8Ygjq_fAFmxfYJBCKM7BgW-i_Oug/s320/snow+when+it+snows+02.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> heart. beats.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">snow. snow. snow.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">well. that's it now.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">in about an hour </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">there'll be a taxi</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">taking me to a train station</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">that'll be taking me to the aeroport.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">there's always this sensation about leaving.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">about travelling. setting on a journey.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and i can't find the words for it right now.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">but it's there. this sensation.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">my suitcase is already downstairs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">just a few things that still need to be packed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i'm still sitting here with a cup of coffee</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and pyjamie bottoms.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's very early morning.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">four o'clock early morning.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and it feels like the whole world is fast asleep</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">with just the hush of quiet around me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">mom's already warned me that it's cold.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and i think over the years i've forgotten </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">what minus twenty five degrees of cold can be.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i suppose it's time to remember again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">but i can't wait to see the snow.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">to see the city with all her christmas lights.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">to sleep in my old bed. in my old room.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">or just to hear the way</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">mom putters thru the house</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">doing her thing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">or dad sits at the kitchen table with the paper</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">humming along to a song.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's when you hear those sounds,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">that's when you know you're home.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">home sweet home.</span></p>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-17850886611356602402008-12-14T13:33:00.000-08:002008-12-14T15:16:14.299-08:00la lune. i like simply calling her la lune...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLoZeWwYFdQKIb_BwEmnPlvQSgvBRhnrdFPQNG6VKiJFZdy11wiO69tj_FBxYKPKB1BAVhb4ZsdDxJrFV9fOXqD1mQ877AUOFS9IMKv73OWeIrammmi26F5QP4_CpDukj2EInwA/s1600-h/20+x+30+omondieu+collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279762605756099554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLoZeWwYFdQKIb_BwEmnPlvQSgvBRhnrdFPQNG6VKiJFZdy11wiO69tj_FBxYKPKB1BAVhb4ZsdDxJrFV9fOXqD1mQ877AUOFS9IMKv73OWeIrammmi26F5QP4_CpDukj2EInwA/s320/20+x+30+omondieu+collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> for all the ways in which we embrace each and every day. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and for the wonderful way we smile at the world </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and the way the world smiles back with us.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and as she too, smiled and laughed... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">all she simply said was... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">omondieu!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">she smiled and laughed and said...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">omondieu!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;">sunday night and i'm tired.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">simply and wonderfully tired.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in fact, i almost think i'm even too tired to write.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i'll try.and simply spill a word or two before me</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">before i crawl into the warm comfort of blankets and pillows </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and say good night for the day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'm asking myself, why it is,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that weekends always come and go so quick?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">saturday morning meant being up bright and early,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">had an appointment with isabelle at the salon</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just for a wee trim and shape and a bit of colour...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i thought.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sat there with my cup of coffee</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then isabelle spoke the words</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">saying we're going short.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i think i went speechless for a moment.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">needless to say,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pageboy bobbish kind of short.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's absolutely sweet if i can even say that myself.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it wasn't until around noon that i found my way out</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">into the hustle and bustle of the streets</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with all attempts at christmas. and shopping.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but it's been a while since i've been in lahr,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or simply even had the time to wander,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so it was less about taking care of gifts and presents,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and more about running into friends and faces</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and taking time for coffee. at the bistro.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i managed to get a few things done</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but had to be at isabelle's for three.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">coffee. cake. champagne.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with the girls.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we just wanted to spend a bit of time together before i leave.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and to be honest,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it still really hasn't sunk in yet that tuesday's the day</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'll be singing...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"so kiss me and smile for me </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">tell me that you'll wait for me </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">hold me like you'll never let me go. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">cause i'm leaving on a jet plane </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">don't know when i'll be back again..."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'll be on my way home.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">anyhow. a lovely afternoon with the girls.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with my bella. dani and susan too.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and on my way driving home,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a few of the things that made me smile were</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of stopping at the gas station</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the cashier smiling and saying,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i haven't seen you in a while.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and me coming to think,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yeah, that's right. i haven't been here in a while.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and smiling back.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then he gave me chocolate. yummy yummy chocolate.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">simply saying, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">here, have this on your way home.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">at times, i swear it's the simplest and sweetest things</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that make the difference.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then, it was about driving home and following </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">the path and trace of a voluptious full moon</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">shining. bigger and brighter than life.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and on the radio they were playing</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">the cure. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and that had me singing along with an even bigger smile...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Show me how you do that trick </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The one that makes me scream" she said </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"The one that makes me laugh" she said<br /><br />And threw her arms around my neck<br /><br />"Show me how you do it<br /><br />And I promise you,<br /><br />I promise that I'll run away with you."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and god i love that song. and those words.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i think that's why it had to be written <a href="http://www.omondieu.com/"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">over here</span></strong></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and just for the way, it's a part of what life and love is meant to be.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">anyhow, i still needed to get myself to the cité,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just to pick up another gift or two</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i was also supposed to be meeting up with fausto for a drink as well.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so is this the time and place i confess that i was running just a wee bit late</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">once again?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yes. angie. typical angie.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i do my best.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and that was saturday.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">today meant getting up early again</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and heading to the office.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there's simply so much i still need to get done.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and that deadline, i have to admit again,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it does have me a bit worried.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i know everyone will be fine.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i know everything will work out just as well.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but still. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's the adrenaline. and the anticipation.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">everytime this part of a new catalogue draws near.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and just because it matters so much. and means the world to me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i left the office around four o'clock</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and off to oberkirch i was to meet up with <a href="http://www.bunte.de/meinung/kolumnen/simone-vollmer_aid_1366.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">simone</span></strong></a>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and how wonderful it was to see her.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we talked and talked and talked.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">about what's all been and what all should be.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">about men. about work. about ideas.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and simply about life.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i think we could have talked all night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and she was simply the most wonderful inspiration.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but also the most wonderful confirmation. and motivation.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">she wanted a femme heureuse shirt as well</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so i had brought that along.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and she slipped into it right away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">shite. damn. silly me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we should have taken a photograph</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">because trust me when i say,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">she looked marvelous, absolutely marvelous in that shirt.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and that shirt looked marvelous, absolutely marvelous on her.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">she has a few meetings and interviews coming up as well,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so she said there's no doubt in her mind with what she'll be wearing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">femme heureuse. that's what it's all about. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">living and being. femme heureuse.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then, driving home again,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there she was. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">that moon. that beautiful and glorious moon.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i had to stop. and i had to pull off on to the side of the road.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">step out and go for a walk. and have a cigarette.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it felt like all i could do </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">was look at that moon. that beautiful and glorious moon.</span><br /><br /></p><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(yes. i had quit. and back on the verge of quitting.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">but every now and then. and for moments like this. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">there's a time and there's a place. and a cigarette.)</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then i carried on.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">driving.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then i heard a voice i hadn't heard in a long while.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">maybe an intentional long while. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i heard his voice. speaking. on the radio.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i had to catch my breath. hold my breath.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and remind myself.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">femme heureuse. femme heureuse.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and let it go.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that voice. that thought. and the feeling of him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and now it's sunday night, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a chilly cold december's sunday night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">on the floor there's a suitcase almost packed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">on the table there's a glass of pinot noir at my side</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and three candles burning for advent.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and looking thru my window,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there she is again. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">that moon. that beautiful and glorious moon.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">la lune. i like simply calling her la lune.</span><br /></p>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-72724350731936240642008-12-06T15:53:00.000-08:002008-12-06T17:34:27.770-08:00of smiles and laughter. and paper hearts...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWknKXmZr2lQkkJt4p0adQpgbD6VHfzn0M5pZeu5QsR8Jh99qgTJ_7Y_HRrsfUqkUCVHogkhbayE4B-yiYLiJW46kzLgE8NMEaN-ZAb7GJq86TGVmDZYO62F9py19g2vDNlGzWXw/s1600-h/IMG_5616+01+bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276831935698142434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWknKXmZr2lQkkJt4p0adQpgbD6VHfzn0M5pZeu5QsR8Jh99qgTJ_7Y_HRrsfUqkUCVHogkhbayE4B-yiYLiJW46kzLgE8NMEaN-ZAb7GJq86TGVmDZYO62F9py19g2vDNlGzWXw/s320/IMG_5616+01+bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> a saturday. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">of cutting paper hearts.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and playing with a camera.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">of drinking much too much coffee.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and girls at work are girls at play.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">these are the katrin sessions.</span></div><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">katrin came over today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">one of my sweetest dear girls at the office.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and we were on a bit of a mission.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the both of us. the camera. and a bit of omondieu!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i don't know how many photographs we took.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a hundred wouldn't nearly say enough.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but going thru them tonight</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">put back the smiles and the laughs that we had all day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it felt so good to be with the camera again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sometimes i had felt as though i had lost a bit of the vision,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and lost a bit of the language.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yes, i believe we speak a language with what we see,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with what we capture and what we share.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a language that is spoken quietly. and needs no words.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but the photo session last weekend </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then the session today,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it all felt familiar. like an old friend.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that came to embrace you again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">granted, the camera didn't always do what i wanted it to do,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a grey december day </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">didn't leave me with the light i wanted neither.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but there were so many laughs. and so many smiles.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and yes. coffee. coffee. and more coffee.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i'm happy with these photographs. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">these photographs of today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i think the whole day was about laughter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about good things. sweet things.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about women. and it was about friends.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it was about the photographs and t</span><span style="font-size:85%;">he talks with katrin.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and in the midsts of that,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a phone call from the salon</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">giving me a list of the shirts they sold</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and of shirts that need to be ordered.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i don't think i need to say,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">that phone call left me with yet another smile.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there were freshly baked cookies placed on the doorstep,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(for which i'm trying my hardest not to eat all at once.)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then there was isabelle coming over for dinner.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">we drove into town to go to <a href="http://www.lbbb.de/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>le bistro</strong></span></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">because we wanted mussels, mussels, mussels.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a good glass of wine.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">isabelle and i both reckoned,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">life must be a wonderful thing,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">when the most difficult decision of the moment,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">is deciding whether it's a chardonnay or a grauer burgunder.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">needless to say, the grauer burgunder it was.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but even dinner was full of smiles and laughs.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we had talks of the heart</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and those things that matter most,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but we also laughed and laughed and laughed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so many little stories and incidences </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that simply made us laugh.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(and there goes isabelle's dress... once again.)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i honestly can't remember the last time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i laughed and smiled as much as i did today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">after dinner, we simply went for a w</span><span style="font-size:85%;">alk </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">thru the christmas market.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a magical thing. and a beautiful thing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the smells. of spices. and chocolate. and roasting chestnuts.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the people. the christmas lights. and the merry go round.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">at first we thought we'd warm ourselves up with a cup of mulled wine,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but then we thought we'd do things our way,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a glass of champagne it was.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and afterwards we came back home.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to put on a pot of tea, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of chamomile and rose and lavender.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we lit the fire and curled ourselves up on the couch</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">talking. talking. simply talking</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">until once again it was late at night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and that makes me realise again,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">how thankful and grateful i am</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for my girls. my dear and wonderful girls.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and with even the distance </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the road between us </span><span style="font-size:85%;">since i moved away,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">they still always manage to find their way.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and now i just wanted to go thru some of the photographs,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and reflect on the day. and share upon the day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">as i say good night to this day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a saturday.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of smiles and laughter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and cutting paper hearts.</span><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hS6AMT4HzT6iSF9EI2pi2nFhntyGV3AEK26HxV_0SrArEcHyGmMHGtVptBQa9BcGdy-cN_F0t2OBPYnEW28emrqBcv6y-9Wg7W2moTxylPkQajM5jPeegMuq5bgkGu8Rjx3X0A/s1600-h/IMG_5634+01+bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276831839373566402" style="DISPLAY: 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUIq3dENYFiHHuUp79CswSxnj1x9l3l3Y4nZ5e86LSnsMjDHiC2h8rLxdcGBfXVvrp7nYccZE9r1QIb9BQeLgIxw2NDx0fY586srZ_f4WAAtX5bqHr9eBBk2fB3VeO-mQmDgRgw/s1600-h/IMG_6202+01+bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276831587936597202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUIq3dENYFiHHuUp79CswSxnj1x9l3l3Y4nZ5e86LSnsMjDHiC2h8rLxdcGBfXVvrp7nYccZE9r1QIb9BQeLgIxw2NDx0fY586srZ_f4WAAtX5bqHr9eBBk2fB3VeO-mQmDgRgw/s320/IMG_6202+01+bw.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJQIFb0pFXrJa3Iuz9wEfIXxfwB-0Ka2bCV2P5bYnWK9rggls4gn9VQ6HlN8uRifGeWnJVEm2Te_RUpePDIPQKWOjfLsTbpULDCPT5f4hWb1p3uqemSgD5pr4WjEEVZSG9T0cWw/s1600-h/IMG_6205+01+bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276831498140221442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJQIFb0pFXrJa3Iuz9wEfIXxfwB-0Ka2bCV2P5bYnWK9rggls4gn9VQ6HlN8uRifGeWnJVEm2Te_RUpePDIPQKWOjfLsTbpULDCPT5f4hWb1p3uqemSgD5pr4WjEEVZSG9T0cWw/s320/IMG_6205+01+bw.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-33654940438800800422008-12-04T14:23:00.000-08:002008-12-04T21:07:27.745-08:00today. today was simply one of those days.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnISBZFFazGV6UyMdTcmcBnkV-ofujjGqdjLPfD6NujPsMn-BtHs077QvQ7HZzGFupxslPZlRARjtkQ2VRMz9BH_UvFi5dNTgr0hmG3wVekk1V7tg-rhosVFJChmWOAe9Zb5LLA/s1600-h/a_view_from_a_bedroom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276064243023179970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnISBZFFazGV6UyMdTcmcBnkV-ofujjGqdjLPfD6NujPsMn-BtHs077QvQ7HZzGFupxslPZlRARjtkQ2VRMz9BH_UvFi5dNTgr0hmG3wVekk1V7tg-rhosVFJChmWOAe9Zb5LLA/s320/a_view_from_a_bedroom.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there are days, you are simply filled with a vulnerability.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it leaves you feeling fragile. transparent.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of sensitive skin. and a sensitive heart.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but it's in that fragility and that weakness,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that you also find your strength.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and when you can simply allow yourself to fall</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to embrace even this,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there's a calm that wraps itself around you,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">like arms, that protect you, shelter you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">arms that cradle you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">today was simply one of those days.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and if i look back,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in so many ways it was a good day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">maybe a bit chaotic, as most of my days are.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but that's me. simply a part of me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and there were moments that made me smile,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there were moments that made me hope.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but yet, there was this vulnerability.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">this yearning. this longing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the holding on of the letting go.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">those moments when you falter. and stumble just a little bit.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">today.<br /><br />today was simply one of those days.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and now it's late night. once again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i have a candle lit on my table.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i have a vase filled with stems of rosehips.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and if you think about it. what a beautiful word.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">rose. hips.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">they hold such a simplicity in them. a richness of simplicity.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i had a meeting with wilma tonight.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">having to bring her a few of my fleurs for her shop.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">she has the sweetest, the loveliest little flower shop.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so it was nice,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">knowing that in these small steps,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there's just a bit more magic on it's way.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the secret garden kind of magic.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">oh today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">today was simply one of those days.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">vulnerable. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it leaves you feeling fragile. transparent.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of sensitive skin. and a sensitive heart.</span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-33539516654222289832008-11-29T15:07:00.000-08:002008-12-03T15:05:22.928-08:00promises... that we speak. that we keep.<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgcj21alX6iiazK4JPzncuqjzRXs3oVWpyixCFASvKGw3n_94e5741AGeME4n1ILt2FUea4DqkPhDC_szlgUI2K3dvnVBgYvRUFFEn8ZgPuKxgA5tYglmpcWqb-5znbs6STxQ-w/s1600-h/aa+milne+promise+me+on+white.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702964252312514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgcj21alX6iiazK4JPzncuqjzRXs3oVWpyixCFASvKGw3n_94e5741AGeME4n1ILt2FUea4DqkPhDC_szlgUI2K3dvnVBgYvRUFFEn8ZgPuKxgA5tYglmpcWqb-5znbs6STxQ-w/s320/aa+milne+promise+me+on+white.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">promse me you'll never forget me,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">because if i thought you would...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">i'd never leave.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">- a.a. milne - </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(and maybe just for the love of winnie the pooh... )</span></div><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">those are words that floated around me today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">simply floated. and made me smile.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it was as though i was whispering these words to someone,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">knowing that although he might not hear.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there's this constant glow of hope</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that he just might feel those words. those thoughts.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and even if he doesn't know why,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that he just might catch himself smiling,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">feeling something floating around him too.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">---------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">got up rather tired this morning.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">after a late night with the girls on friday night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">spent the day at the office, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">trying to take steps forward with the catalogue.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's close to insanity that i'm taking holidays so close before deadline</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but it's something that needs to be done,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i really need this holiday.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and just time spent with mom. with dad.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and just time spent back home.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but we had a good day and although somedays,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the work can't be measured or seen,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we managed to move forward. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">small steps at times are big steps.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i didn't leave the office until maybe around six</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">drove off to pick up my rocking chair.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yes, i got myself a rocking chair.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">something i've wanted for the bedroom for a while now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a nice. white. old. rocking chair.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and the plan was that i was going to get back in time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to quickly sneak into ikea.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">needing to stock up on my candles</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and all those other little things,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">as well as the shelves for behind the bed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i swear, am i the only one that can go into ikea</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and pick up candles for over fifty euro?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">something i do every couple of months.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">me. and my candles.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i have a whole cupboard just for me and my candles.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">anyhow, i didn't make it in time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">needless to say.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i thought they were open until ten o'clock</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but that wasn't the case.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so onward. homeward.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with a quick stop at the grocery store</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that thankfully, was still open.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's rare here in germany that a store is open that late.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i can't tell you how glad i am,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that it's also a store, right across the street from me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">convience. convience. absolute convience.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so we'll have to save ikea for another night,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">hopefully later this week.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">if somehow time will allow.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so after getting home,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and getting my flowers finally put in vases,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and throwing in a bit of laundry</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(these days, i feel like i've done everything and anything</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">other than win the housekeeper of the year award.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">oh god. i swear one day i want a cleaning lady!)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i just wanted to pour myself a glass of wine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and pour water into the bath</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and slip myself away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but elisabeth called and we spent over an hour on the phone.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ahem. girls.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">when they talk.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and trust me, there's always much to say.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i don't think the men really get it. these conversations we women can have.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">elisabeth is away doing a market this weekend</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i maybe should have driven down to see her tonight</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">as i was almost already in that neck of the woods.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but considering i need to be up early in the morning,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i just reckoned it would be better to drive home.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and she was in her hotel room, drinking a glass of wine.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so that probably explains,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">how and what our conversation was like.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">oh the silliness. the sweet sweet silliness.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">other sweet things of the past few days?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">thursday night was ludwigsburg.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">went to <a href="http://www.charlotteroche.de/"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">charlotte roche's</span></strong></a> last reading</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">of her ever so disputable and for many,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">shocking book.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">feuchtgebiete.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">which i believe is just being translated into english.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">wetlands.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for those with a vivid imagination.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yes. disputable. but i like to think,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">taken with a touch of vulgar humour.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i won't say anything more.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">anyhow. i wanted to go to the reading in karlsruhe back in april,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but that was sold out right away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">one of my girls at the office said she got tickets for ludwigsburg</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so we decided to go together.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it was all worth the while.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and other good news was all the little omondieu! stirrings.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a wonderful email from ruth in munich</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a wonderful phone call from regine.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">one of her customer's bought a hüftgold shirt,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and as the saying goes,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">she told a friend who told a friend who told a friend...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and now there's another store asking for the shirts,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with a whole order for the hüftgold</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and asking which other shirts there are to be had</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">alongside the secret garden rings.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i can put a nice order together right away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i can't believe what it is about this shirt.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">hüftgold.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i think that it's wonderful,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that so many women are having fun with that word,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and with that statement.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and yes, it makes me giggle. it makes me smile.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i just have to find and make the time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to put the rest of it together again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but these next days</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and these next weeks,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">time is going to be a rarity. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but such is life. c'est la vie.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and we'll figure it out somehow.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">isn't that the magic of things,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">how everything always does</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">simply fall into place?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(also one of those things</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that long telephone conversations were all about...</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">because damn there's been some magic happening these days.)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but for now,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i think i just have to get myself off to bed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">up early in the morning</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">first for breakfast with isabelle</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">then off to the salon for a photo session with her girls</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then a photo session for a project</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">with a few of her clients as well.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's been a while since i've done assignments like that</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i'm excited about it. hoping i can capture it,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">capture and ignite the beauty in each and every one.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and then depending on how time will go,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i'll see if i can make it out to patti's.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">coffee with patti. i miss my coffees with patti.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and sunday evening is dinner with gwen.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">her birthday dinner. and just the two of us.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i know she won't read this until maybe later,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so i can say it now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but all that this wonderful girl is getting,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">is a good bottle of wine,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">some sundried tomatoes,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and an array of lemon pepper, truffel and barolo tagliatelle</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that i picked up at the market.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i've added a sprig of rosemary and oregano from the garden.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and packed it in a picnic box.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and that's just what this gift is supposed to say,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the promise of a spring weekend in italy.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just a short trip. a small trip.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">lago di como this time. or maybe lago maggiore again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">gwen and i like to do that. just every now and then.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and of course, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">come spring, i'll need another white oleander. and an olive tree.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and those are the things,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that i like to </span><span style="font-size:85%;">always bring back with me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it's the little stories that can be told.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and as we know,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">everything has its story. everything has its reason.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's also these stories, these reasons,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that gwen too, always understands.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and in her stride, takes as a part of me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">happy birthday my dear girl.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and thank you for always being there. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for being a part of me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but for now,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">this little girl has got to find her way to bed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i think that today,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it was simply about that. it was simply about promises.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">those that we speak. and those that we keep.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and those that live in hope...</span> </p></div>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-39024929620384156902008-11-26T14:56:00.000-08:002008-11-26T15:14:21.585-08:00love life. passionately...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_v3RVbewmZQetZhu4013uDP4-Q9iFIu_u1c3iSGOqVojWftnTHJa3X1IZDTsr7BK2EYpUN68tyhrpTVpRqt3k5dmovKZe6Bjfziv6MP0zVb3Mi6Ok3Du92T0LnwJBFjmeAhapQQ/s1600-h/frontside+postcard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273104176043660562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_v3RVbewmZQetZhu4013uDP4-Q9iFIu_u1c3iSGOqVojWftnTHJa3X1IZDTsr7BK2EYpUN68tyhrpTVpRqt3k5dmovKZe6Bjfziv6MP0zVb3Mi6Ok3Du92T0LnwJBFjmeAhapQQ/s320/frontside+postcard.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">love life. passionately. out loud. and in colour. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">dare. to be bold. cause magic. share s ecrets.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">la di da di da.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i've done it. i've really really done.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and yes. just a wee bit proud of myself too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />omondieu! is now officially back. and on. line.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />there's still a lot of work to be done.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">of words written. and photographs taken.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">but this is what it's about</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">starting. again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and doing it. simply doing it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />i'm still trying to figure out a technicality or two.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">not really my greatest forte.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">me. and technical things.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i honestly think,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">i must have skipped school on that particular day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">ooops.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />but i did it. i really really did it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and all on my sweet sweet own.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />but also with friends</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">that have pushed me along the way.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">and walked with me along the way.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">blowing you a kiss.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">love. hugs. ange.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://www.omondieu.com/"><strong>omondieu!</strong></a></span></p>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-52345979921085601282008-11-24T13:52:00.000-08:002008-11-24T17:20:48.704-08:00tracing hearts... with fingertips.<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6JHCEcGZEsbS8idya9swWCnF4uriQt4OHVP3enexrwbFRiJByH8FZozP3neUHaHg8ELABPamME7WRWd_c2dZnpu36GeVr52KnBGt-jKm9Nlz3TVBN-MM25Fa-V3ZlAfBGXhBJfg/s1600-h/snow+when+it+snows.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272388245530605634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6JHCEcGZEsbS8idya9swWCnF4uriQt4OHVP3enexrwbFRiJByH8FZozP3neUHaHg8ELABPamME7WRWd_c2dZnpu36GeVr52KnBGt-jKm9Nlz3TVBN-MM25Fa-V3ZlAfBGXhBJfg/s320/snow+when+it+snows.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">waking up on a sunday morning</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">to snow falling outside the window</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">while the hearth is still warm</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">from the fire of the night before.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and going for a walk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">on a freshly fallen white blanket.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">tracing hearts... with fingertips.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that was yesterday. the sweet of sunday yesterday.</span><br /><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i guess that's what the storm and the north wind</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">of the night before was whispering.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">snow. she was whispering and promising snow.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i had pup with me on the weekend. my lenny. bo benny.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">apparently he was doing a bit better thru the week,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but still not back to his usual playful self.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">still not wanting to go for his walks,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and still not wanting to eat.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and on friday when they called me,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">they said he hadn't left the car all day.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">just laid there. inside.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">so i drove out right away after work,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and as soon as i pulled up in the driveway </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and walked to the gate,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">pup jumped out of the car and came running straight for me.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i stepped in to talk with them, and lenny kept walking to the door,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">almost as though to say, </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">"come on. let's go. let's go now. what is it you're waiting for..."</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and then we drove home.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that feeling of coming home with him.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">or the feeling of coming home to him.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">the cuddles. the greetings. lenny hugs as i always call them.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i know this knows sounds harsh,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but after klaus passed away,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">there was a time that i was so angry,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i was angry that he left. that he left us behind.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and not just me. but lenny too.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and maybe angry is the wrong word, too hard and bitter a word.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i think maybe it was more the hurt.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and more the loss.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">because i felt like i was losing both.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and without being given a choice.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and the last thing i wanted to do</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">was to have to give lenny away.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but i loved the pup too much to be a selfish soul.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it wasn't going to be fair to him,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">with the hours the work, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'm the time i'm away.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and to leave him on his own.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">that's not why you bring something into your life,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">or take something on into your life.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />and i honestly think i prayed each and every night,</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">trying to imagine and envision the perfect solution.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">that if i had to give him away, it wouldn't have to be to strangers,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">rather a place that i knew he would be good to them</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and just as they would be good to him.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and a place that i knew</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i could see him when i needed him. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">or he needed me.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">just to go for a walk. just to go for a talk.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and when it seemed as though there was hardly an answer in sight,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it was achim that called.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'll never forget when he said,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">"i've got it, ange. i've got the answer.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">let me figure this out and i'll get back to you.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i think i've got the answer..."</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and he kept his word.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">just as he always does.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">just as achim always does.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and ironically,</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">klaus was the name of lenny's new home as well.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and that's the way it's been this past year and some.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i get to see my beau, my pup</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">just every now and then.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i think i always had the fear, </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">that he'd forget with time</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">or that it just wouldn't be the same.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but my heart still always melts</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">when i realise how wrong i was.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">because whenever they bring him to me</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">or i go to pick him up</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's almost as though he says</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">"what took you so long this time... i've been waiting..."</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and he's all mine. he's all mine again.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">we had a wonderful and quiet weekend.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i got my work done.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and there were lenny cuddles galore.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">there were walks along the running creek</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">although we had to go easy. although we had to go slow.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and sunday was waking up</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">with snow falling outside.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and as soon as he caught me stirring,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">he was nudging and poking</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">ready to head out. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">to discover the world. to play to with the world.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i grabbed my cup of coffee</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">threw on my coat, a scarf, a pair of gloves. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">and my hat. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">there's always something about a woman, when she gets to wear a hat.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and off we went. into the first and gentle snow.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">the rest of the day had me finally doing</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">what has been long meant to be in the doing.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and with pup at my feet</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">having a lazy sunday snooze,</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">a fire burning and a cup of tea</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i finally started working on my website.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and to be honest, </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i hadn't a clue what i was doing.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">susan has long been offering her help,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and just like lenny,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">doing her nudge. and doing her poke.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but for whatever reason,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">there were these obstacles. inner and outer obstacles.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">something that's been holding back. holding me down.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">too long a story to get into right now.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but suddenly,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">instead of looking at what i no longer had,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">what i had lost along the way.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i just finally decided to start again. to do this again.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and how silly have i been.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">because even with all the support and love that's been endlessly given,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i was just too stubborn to see. or even to receive.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and be it <a href="http://www.artstreamstudios.com/"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">susan</span></strong></a>. or be it <a href="http://www.chmc.de/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>christoph</strong></span></a>. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">(because you brought it all back into my hands.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">thank you for that. thank you.)</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and even thru some of the ugly legal shite that came with the game.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i think maybe i just needed my time.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">klaus used to always take care of all the technical things.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">we worked well as a designing team. we simply worked well.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i would blueprint. and he'd put what i saw into motion.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but everytime there was a technical issue,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it was just too easy to call his name.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and often since, i've actually found myself,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">challenged myself.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and figuring out a thing or two.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">how do i install this. or how do i install that.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">or what was the fecking password you used?</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it's almost eerie, thinking back.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but i'll never forget one of the last times he was here,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">he set something up with the phone and the internet,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and wrote something down and said,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">"just in case anything happens. keep this. you'll need this."</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and it's the last piece of paper i have,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">written with his hand.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i smiled at him that night and said,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">"my dear. if anything ever happens. that's when i call you."</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">sometimes i wonder if he already knew...</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and you know what.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">i often do. i often call him. and ask for help.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and there's been these amazing wonders</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">of the way he does.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">klaus was seventeen years of my life.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and we might not have made it as lovers or as partners in crime.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but with time and at the end of the day,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">we made it as friends. the truest and most honest of friends.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but anyhow, fact is,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">the one thing that i never imagined i'd do</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">is put a website together.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and that i could do it on my own.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i don't want to pat myself on my shoulder,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but i'm going to say it. and i'm going to say it out loud.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">damn i'm proud of myself. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">of me, myself and i.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and maybe that drop dead beautiful man he was</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">is sitting up there,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">smiling and smirking away. the way he always did...</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and maybe just a wee little bit proud of me too.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">you know, i still see that smile. that smirk.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">every now and then.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it still all needs a day or two</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">until i get it online.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and by far it's no masterpiece.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">rather simply me, starting back from zero, </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and starting back from scratch.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">there are still photos that need to be taken.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and words that need to be written.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and learning (always learning) what to do.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but it's a work in progress. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and it'll grow from here.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'll say it again. i'll simply say it again.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">femme heureuse. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">never underestimate the power of what of you hold inside.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and always be patient with yourself. </span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">always be kind with yourself.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">femme heureuse.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">oh. there's so much more i wanted to talk about.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">politics that are on my mind</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and politics that make me want to speak my mind.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i still have yet to tell the paris stories</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">the stories that i call "this lost and found".</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">of the eiffel tower. of paris. of a lion. and a ring. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">a wedding ring.</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">but we'll just have to save that all</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">for another day.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">because right now,</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">maybe it's just all about tracing hearts</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">with fingertips...</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">in november snow.</span></p>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10036878.post-72182853278255130222008-11-20T15:38:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:16:38.048-08:00this language of the heart...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31oE29w4RK_9tzv4vPb0_X2QuiogdMzF4YmdifHOR-ALg8w5UYxcQVhMFb8-fhn8PpBN2IW8LsWINgvsPcdYVzP8cwgDC6gRkGAKSRP_ZaWd6UgM7pAF5P_F5BAKPiax8Dm2Uxg/s1600-h/raining_in_paris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270888482456462674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31oE29w4RK_9tzv4vPb0_X2QuiogdMzF4YmdifHOR-ALg8w5UYxcQVhMFb8-fhn8PpBN2IW8LsWINgvsPcdYVzP8cwgDC6gRkGAKSRP_ZaWd6UgM7pAF5P_F5BAKPiax8Dm2Uxg/s320/raining_in_paris.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> rain. on these streets. and thru these windows. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">of a café. </span><span style="font-size:78%;">in paris.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.storypeople.com/"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>brian andreas</strong></span></a> once said,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"I carry you with me into the world, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">into the smell of rain and the words that dance between people. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And for me, it will always be this way, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">walking in the light, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">remembering being alive together."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i find those to be beautiful words.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-----------</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">there's a storm tossing and turning outside right now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and she feels a bit restless</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">in her glorious way.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i'm going to listen to her,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">thru these windows and with the still of night</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">as i lay myself down.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">trying to hear what it is she wants to say.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just like this heart.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just like this heart.</span><br /><br />-----------<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">what is it that your heart wanted to say today?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">what is it that made your heart smile.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ever so quietly smile...?</span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101701050205688412noreply@blogger.com2