if it was meant to be...

nina.

from a series simply called
the hotel room stories.

the girls just left

after a wonderful night of talks upon talks

and stories upon stories.

with laughs upon laughs.

and i'm just finishing off a last glass of wine

before i say good night myself.

because in just a few hours, it's time to start a new day again.

early. saturday. morning.

and today was another good day.

i managed to leave the office a bit early

only to get stuck in a bit of a traffic jam.

and instead of cursing or getting in a fret,

i simply put in a good cd and thought to myself

this is just the way it's meant to be...

i like those moments when you can turn the music up just a bit louder,

and sing just a bit out of key

and it doesn't even matter if the person stuck in the car beside you

has a quirky smile on their face

while prolly questioning your sanity at that given moment of time.

so i just smiled back, shrugged my shoulder and carried on

all the more out of key.

i was going to drive over to france to get what i needed for dinner

i like to do that every now and then.

but thanks to the slight interuption of stau on the autobahn,

i stuck to my side of the map instead

and picked up everything in the store across the street.

yes, i also stuck with the idea

of steamed artichokes and a vinagrette as the entrée

and then mussels. mussels. mussels. white wine mussels.

but the other sweet joy,

was coming home and seeing that i won my auction on ebay.

i placed my bid this morning as i left the house

just to be sure i didn't miss it again.

i've been trying for the past week

to get a lovely copy, an older edition book or script of tristan and isolde.

not just for myself

but as a gift for someone that's been such an inspiration to me.

a woman that i've so long looked up to and admired from a distance.

for her work. her creations. her visions. her success,

and i never dared to believe, our paths would cross as they have.

(another story i had wanted to share,

but again, to be saved for another day of one day).

and i didn't want it to be just any edition, or any old book,

rather one that i knew "this is the one.... this is just the right one."

yes. those moments when you simply know.

and tristan and isolde has always been a story

that captured me. fascinated me.

set me off to little dreams

of walks on maps of places i've been. and places i've longed to be.

and the other day, as i was leaving from a meeting with this woman,

working on a project with her,

i left with such a surge in me, and such an energy.

that i can't really explain.

but i felt she had just given me so much...

inspiration. and confirmation.

and yet there she was, telling me i had done the same.

her work and her collections are always based on stories.

they hold little tales. and symbolisms.

she manages to create what i sometimes wish

i could create and i could share.

and that's when i realised, maybe i can do it.

just in a different way.

and as i stepped out,

suddenly it was the story of tristan and isolde i saw before me again.

it was a vision, a geistesblitz and a trait d'esprit.

and it was just a thought that kind of held on to me.

and then i thought, if anyone could capture it,

create it in a new story, a beautiful story,

then franziska it could be.

and then i simply thought it's something i need to do silently,

share the inspiration silently.

and in between the lines.

by simply giving a gift.

and it was a very clear thought.

and something i knew i want to do

just as much as i need to do.

i missed out on the first auction of what i had found.

"this is the one... i know this is the one".

and for a moment, it left me a bit devasted.

i'll admit that in all true honesty.

but then i reminded myself,

if it was meant to be

it will be.

and i made a wish.

a wish that came from the deepest of the heart wish.

needless to say, the auction was placed again.

so i waited and marked today in my calender.

and although i usually don't place my bid or say my word

until the last moment appears,

this morning i left with the knowing and the belief,

and i said to myself again and again,

if it was meant to be

it will be.

.

and so it was.

you know, sometimes i truely believe...

that's all you have to do.

is simply that. simply to believe.

and now there's another book and edition i found.

i like to think that this one will be a gift to myself.

an edition of tristan and isolde in french.

a language i don't speak.

but a language i feel.

it's an edition with the most lovely illustrations.

and sometimes yes, i also think it's good to give a gift to self as well,

just as it is, to be a gift to the self.

because if it was meant to be

it will be....