3.11.20

 So many people, distant friends, have stopped blogging. In 2008, when i created this place, it so happened that many others found this means interesting at the same time. It lasted for some years. It became familiar. And it gave us presents. 

There are so many ways to communicate nowadays. I have not entered any other way, apart from e-mails, but this. And, so many years later, i suddenly felt the urge to come back to this place with no visitors. It is the same surrounding, the same images, even the same words. Like an empty house, waiting for its inhabitants; people, insects, shadows. 

Our path in life is completely personal and it gains its meanings through relating. 



21.10.20

 The only way to learn is to enter a world

and the entrance opens slowly-slowly through everyday experience. 

It takes time.

Thinking and analysing and using one's mind comes at last

to conclude what one has already learned. This is not a part of the experience 

which is gradually built to constitute the world we come to acknowledge as ours. 

We start taking things for granted (reactions, beliefs, buildings, daylight, colors, sounds, everything)

This is our way to learn; not by mimicing or thinking through

but by entering a whole world with others.

 

That is why ancient Greeks would send their children to live with their teacher

and do everything together for years, to enter the new world of life (not as the parents knew it 

but as the best of teachers could create) together- day by day.


19.10.20

 Dear friend, 


i have to come closer to see you, my eyes do not see as clearly as they used to. 

I have to be within your reach to extend my old hand. 

I baked a sweet pie out of the fruit my family and I collected from the tree

and we would like to share it with you, dear friend, if we could. 

In the hollows' darkness the child's laughter echoed really loud. 

It the morning's wisdom the night's silence burned into dust.

 

14.10.20

Have you heard the spell of the rising fall?

Have you sensed the earth of the following hug?

For the body's whisper raised by the sweetness of its home

slips outside the window crack 

into time 

to meet with its ancestors and its descendants.  


 

12.10.20

I have stopped thinking;

this is not the place or time to think.

One has to stay in place 

and take a look at what surrounds him (in order to think);

please take into account the meaning of all these, the importance of being; No no

this is not the place nor the time to suffer in vain. 

Let' s keep the rhythm of running 

and hold on to such beloved objects. 

This is hardly enough 

not considered life;

totally appropriate

to exclude humanity. 

 





8.10.20

 

Dear Life, 

we have been working with stone and light

we found the hardness and softness 

the stone and light 

inside our soul