Freitag, 10. März 2017

Friday Five and "About old age"

Good morning,
it's friday again and time to join with
Tanya's Willy Nilly Friday Five and Amy's Five on Friday.
I'm also linking up this post with All Seasonsand Inspire Me Monday


Last weeks I had not time for Friday Five,
in early spring is to much to do around home and garden.


On sunday I fell down a steep staircase and injured my left knee.
Now I have more time again for blogging.
It is not really serious injury, it takes only a few days.


Quote of the week:

I feel like I should clean the house.
So I am going to read until the feeling passes.

- Susan Wiggs -


In last weeks I got some famous new books.
The three at the first photo I've searched after I read about them in different blogs... 
the other are random finds for a very little money. 
For me they are a treasure and a pleasure...


Two days before I found a breathtaking video of the Russian photographer Igor Kliminov 
"About old age"
The photos are speaking for themselves and the words - a capter from the "Book of Mirdad" by Mikha'il Na'ima - are spoken very well by Nik Osho.

I think, it's stunning to see and hear even without understanding,
I hope, you can enjoy the beauty of the Russian language like me.

Below is an English translation of the thoughtful text,
made with google translator - it seemed me to much to do it by myself...
But I necessarily will read this book, it is in German too.

Michael Naima "Book of Mirdad" (excerpt)

About old age.

Old age is a burden for man and for the animal. But the people were doubly heavier than the indifferent heartlessness of her. When a young child is born, he is surrounded with caress and care. And everyone expresses to him to strive for his love. However, a man burdened for years, no one will remember, and rather reward him with disdain than caress. And just as they admire the growth of their offspring enthusiastically, they wish the grave to the Elder passionately.
Old men and children are equally helpless. And yet the helplessness of the child will awaken love unselfish, parents aspire to help him as they can. But not many people will offer help to the old man, but, helping, they will complain discontentedly, grumble and be angry with fate, wishing the old man a speedy death. In fact, the elderly are worthy of your care than infants.
When you have to knock a word for a long time, so that an ear can enter it, that once there was a whisper,
When shadows dance in the haze of the mist and outshine the eye, which used to be sharp,
When the lead weight becomes a foot that was previously winged, and the hands that made life, do not hold a straw,
When the knees tremble, and the head on the neck hangs, like a sheet of dry,
When the millstone was ground into powder itself, and the mill was quieted by a sullen cave,
When, when you get up, you are afraid to fall, you sit down with doubt: "Will I get up?",
When you eat and drink, fearing the consequences, and if you do not start eating and drinking, then you will invite Death to the threshold,
When old age comes to a man, my friends, then it's time for him to lend his eyes and ears, give him both hands and feet, to support his weakening powers with love, so that he feels that he is no less desired by this Life in the slope of his years than in Childhood fleeting.
And what is eighty years for eternity? Just inhale and exhale. But a man who has grown himself all eighty years is more than just breathing in and out. It will be a harvest for those who will reap life. And is there life that is not reaping?
Now you are reaping the fruits of those lives that men gave to the earth, women who lived and died before you. Your speech is nothing but the harvest of the speeches of others. Thoughts are just collections of old thoughts. All clothing and homes, all utensils, food and water, traditions, customs and laws are nothing more than
clothes, dwellings and food of all those who used to live.
And every second you own not just one thing, but you benefit from everything that was. You are sowers and fruits, reapers, fields, barn, where the harvest is stored. And if your harvest is poor, see the grains that you planted in the hearts of other people, the fruits reap the influence of them in yourself.
The old man, whose fruits you will reap and reap in the barn, is worthy of the utmost attention on your part. And if by indifference you poison the rest of his days, those years when you could collect a delicious harvest, then the fruits that you collected and the fruits that you can still collect will turn out to be rotten. Everything is the same with a dying animal.
It's wrong to cash in on the fruits and curse the one who raised them.
My friends, you are kind to people of any country, religion. They will guide you to the Lord. Especially closely watch the old people, or the evil is poisoned their fruits will be, and you will never reach the end.
Kindly you are to all animals of any age. They are, at least taciturn, helping during the gatherings to you in a long way. Especially closely watch you for the animals that grow old, so that your indifference, cruelty does not frighten off their devotion, and that their help does not become a hindrance to you.

Have a nice weekend.

22 Kommentare:

  1. i love these sweet little purple flowers! so sorry you fell down the stairs but happy your weren't badly hurt! i love getting new books :) enjoyed the story of old age...have a great weekend that knee! thanks for linking up!

  2. I love the quote. I've been thinking I should start the spring cleaning - but maybe I'll read instead.

  3. The little purple flowers are so pretty in the sunshine.

  4. The quote is perfect for how I feel at the moment. The hoovering needs to be done but I think I will do a little sewing while considering the task further.

  5. Take care of that knee! Sounds like a good excuse to read some of those books. They look wonderful. Have a great weekend.

    Happy Five on Friday

  6. Life without books would be so dull. Loved the piece on Aging - very thought provoking.

  7. Beautiful Post!!! I'm certain your knee will heal rapidly - (although, I'm grateful you had time to share with us) - I ordered one of the books you've shown us - (second hand - costs very little . . . this is wonderful)
    love & love, -g-

  8. The photographs in the Book of Mirdad were beautiful, and the narrative so sad and poignant--and oh so true! Loved this post. I really appreciated your comments on mine as well, dear Mascha. Lovely crocus...some hopefulness for a lovely spring! Sorry you fell and hurt your knee. Hope you are on the mend soon!

  9. Lovely post. Take care of yourself ... a bad knee is no fun. Enjoyed seeing your books. I do love the paintbrush book ... Paris seen through the eyes of a cat ... fun and a tour of Paris! Aging ... something we all deal with ... I'm trying to keep saying "I'm just getting better ... wiser for sure!" Happy Weekend!

  10.'s nice to see signs of spring.

  11. I love the quote, Beautiful books, love finding new b.

  12. I hope your knee soon gets better. Put your feet up and relax this week. 😊

  13. Your spring flowers are looking so lovely. I'm sorry that you hurt your knee and hope that it soon heals. New books are always a joy.

  14. I'm so sorry you fell down form stair.. hope you are feeling good now.. those crocus are gorgeous..

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  15. I love the quote, it's definitely something I could live by!

  16. Oh my goodness Mascha - you had a some (meaning: bad) week:( Just take it easy for a couple of day, please! As always very interesting post for ALL SEASONS - thank you! and I love the quote of waiting for the feeling to clean the house to pass! I am worse. I tell myself cleaning is not necessary, lol.

  17. Fun books and beautiful crocus. The words on old age are true and thought provoking.

  18. Liked the lovely flowers. Will read the excerpt later.

  19. The flowers are gorgeous, Mascha!

  20. The flowers are really pretty. I'm so ready for spring, but we just got snow. And more expected. (sad face) Sorry you fell down the stairs but glad you aren't hurt. I love books. I have way too many!


  21. I hope your knee is healing and feeling better now. One of my favourite poems of all time is about old age - it's called 'Warning' and it's by Jenny Joseph, and it's exactly how I wish to grow old!


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