Maschas Buch

Sonntag, 6. April 2014

Stone eggs...

Stone eggs

heavy and cold

no bird can be born

but I'm fascinated

by their shape

Shared with Our Beautiful World, Lunch Break

The buds are awakened...

The sleeping buds (from here) are awakened

Shared with I heart macro, My Sunday Photo, Weekly Top Shot
Straight Out of the Camera Sunday ,Lunch Break
Our world Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesday

Samstag, 5. April 2014

Still Saturday

The way of the slothful man is as a hedge of thorns,

but the path of the righteous is made plain.

Proverbs 15:19

A Russian penitent song (video from a movie)

Traslation with Google-Translator:

Lord have mercy , Lord, have mercy .

Help me , O God, to bring up his cross .

You went with the love of your thorny way ,

You carried the cross in silence , tearing chest.

And was crucified for us , suffered a lot of you ,

For enemies prayed for his friends grieved .

I'm weak soul , body as weak

And sinful passions I criminal slave.

I - the greatest sinner on earth path

I grumble , I cry ... Lord ! Sorry.

Help me , God! Give me a fortress forces

To me their passion in the heart repaid ...

Help me , God! generous hand ,

Send down patience , joy and peace .

I am a great sinner on the Journey ...

Lord, have mercy . Lord, forgive !

Galina Shumilkin Song - " penitential prayer"

Visuals - the film "The Island" ( Pavel Lungin , 2006)

Shared with Still Saturday, Louis' Lenten devotion

Cherry blossom in my garden

Shared with Today's Flowers, The Rosegarden in Malevik

Freitag, 4. April 2014

About my week

Nancy's kindly meme Random5Friday is in a break, but I have nevertheless done a post about my everyday this week. It is a cherished habit.

It is really spring now , even the trees are blooming already green and the cherry tree begins in the garden.

I started to bring the pots with the plants from the house and cellar in the yard and then to clean all the windows.

The breaks I spend reading in the garden. Until one of the cats me tenderly but firmly attracted to u get food in the kitchen.

If I then go out ... is guaranteed to be the other cat in my chair .

If I'm lucky , she allowed me to sit back and lies down on my belly. This is the most beautiful thing...

Yesterday at the Table-day were very many people and little food. I got almost nothing. But I was nevertheless totally happy , because I found there in the boxes with the books a few intersting books for me.

One I have already started to read : "The World to Come " by Dara Horn .

It is very well written, this narrative style I like.

As poetic part today a quote from this book. Something that I already felt like (it is about an exhibition of paintings by Marc Chagall )

" Strange happens with images that nobody looks at . They begin to sing . In the deserted room the hum of colors rang out on the walls. Alone with the pictures , listening to Ben, while each shade sang their own pitch : melancholy wafting high notes for the woman in the air, a deep resounding hum for " lovers in Blue". The small dark image rocked the air with sounds pounding piano keys - like those who they rang time in his parents' living room every now and then by mistake in the middle of a song, a minor chord ... "

About some problems, mishaps and painful I will not write.

There are so many beautiful and good things for which I am grateful.

And I end my post for today's Lent Friday with a song of Hieromonk Roman