Love light

We wanted to do something this season

that was filled with light for us all & it turns out

the easiest way to start is just saying

we love you & we’re glad you’re here.

- storypeople -

Made for Art Piaskownica

Lavender time

Made these photos yesterday in the monastery garden of

"Kloster Michaelstein"  (our most beloved place).

Joining with Willy Nilly Friday, Natur-Donnerstag
Wandering Camera and Gartenglück

Morgens...

Früh im Morgengrauen locke ich die Stunden

wie Hühner an.

Ich streue Körner aus

rund um mein Haus

damit sie lange bleiben.

Sie sind so scheu und lassen sich

so leicht vertreiben.

Ich hege sie und pflege sie

und streichele ihr Federkleid.

Dann bin ich für den Tag bereit.

Doch wünsch ich mir so sehr

es kämen mehr als vierundzwanzig her  - 

Exact centers

This is one of the exact centers of the universe & it's in charge of a lot of the beautiful & amazing things we'll take for granted in the future.

- storypeople -

Shared with Floral Bliss, Create with Joy

Two different things

Once, when I was young, I went on a trip with my grandfather. Now & then we'd speak, but mainly we drove for miles in silence. Just at dusk, he spoke, still looking straight ahead. 'Remember this,' he said, 'knowing something & talking about it are two different things.' I nodded & we rode on quietly into the evening & now, all these years later, I'm ready to turn to him & say, I know what you mean.ﾠ

- storypeople -

Shared with Tuesday's Treasures, Pictorial Tuesday

Sehnsuchts-Ort und Meer-Gedanken...

Meer das Menschen verschlingt

die ihre Heimat verlassen

nicht ankommen dürfen

in keinem Hafen

nirgendwo.

Helfer am Helfen gehindert.

Zurückgestoszen

abgewiesen

sowieso.

Ein Meer voller Plastikmüll

verseucht und vergiftet

Eisscholle die abdriftet.

Sklavenschiff.

Korallenriff.

Piraten.

Meer, mehr, mehr -

wo führt das hin

wo kommt das her?

Tief wie das Meer.

Blau wie das Meer

Rotes Meer

Schwarzes Meer

Meer der Farben.

Belomor - im Dämmer ein Glimmen

und Rauch steigt auf

und leise das Lied noch im Ohr

das nach Fernweh klingt.

Schifferklavier

spielt der Herr aus Kabine vier.

Ein Saal voll Seestücke

in Öl auf Leinwand gebannt.

Meeresrauschen, Meeresrand

eine Muschel blieb zurück

in meiner Hand

So unendlich ferne Jahre ist das her.

Noch einmal möchte ich dort sein:

am Meer.

Fotos: Hiddensee 1980 (eingescannte Papierbilder)

Seit 1982 nicht mehr dort gewesen...

Geschrieben für die  Blogparade "Was bedeutet Meer für mich?"
 anläszlich der aktuellen Ausstellung 
"Europa und das Meer" im Deutschen Historischen Museum Berlin 
#DHMMEER

Shared with The Weekend in Black and White

The Skye Boat Song

Shared with Photo Tunes, image-in-ing
Wordless Wednesday 

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing

Onward the sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to be king

Over the sea to Skye

Loud the wind howls

Loud the waves roar

Thunderclaps rend the air

Baffled our foes

Stand by the shore

Follow they will not dare

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing

Onward the sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to be king

Over the sea to Skye

Many's the lad fought on that day

Well the claymore did wield

When the night came

Silently lain

Dead on Culloden field

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing

Onward the sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to be king

Over the sea to Skye

Though the waves heave

Soft will ye sleep

Ocean's a royal bed

Rocked in the deep

Flora will keep

Watch by your weary head

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing

Onward the sailors cry.

Carry the lad that's born to be king

Over the sea to Skye

Beautiful people

I have a friend who reads people's auras. He sees all sorts of colors like green & red & purple. He says anyone can do it. All it takes is forgetting everything you think you know & just looking. I've tried it & even though I haven't seen any colors yet, everyone I meet looks so beautiful when I stop knowing everything, that it's pretty hard to go back to the old way.

                                                - storypeople -

Shared with Willy Nilly Friday, Paint Party Friday

There are always flowers...

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

– Henri Matisse -

Shared with Tuesday's Treasures, image-in-ing

Pictorial Tuesday, Create with Joy, Floral Bliss

Blackbird's song

*

Take your things, leave somehow

Blackbird song is over now

River runs, hands are tied

Preacher's son

pack your things, leave somehow

Desperate song is over now

Don't be scared

I'm still here

No more time for crying tears

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