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2.5.16
2.1.16
winter solstice in my chest
On the 22nd of December, the shortest day of the year, I announce the death of the sun. It seems appropriate that it decided to perish in the day that is the darkest, as to be bowing to the darkness in submission. Now all that is left is a tiny pile of ash.
However, the good news is that from now on, very slowly, it will just get lighter.
Not because of each others embrace it is the warmest winter in years that will protect us from the cold. And from that white snow of betrayal.
It is the turning point. We walk in different directions... in dark. cold. mud.
21.12.15
13.11.15
Shelley The Cloud
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
10.10.15
5.5.15
Pink
Pink is the love in spring.
Pink cherry blossoms by the church. So beautiful and innocent, but like anything else that blooms, they are meant to fall.
Such a changing and impermanent phenomenon.
21.3.15
27.2.15
10.11.14
31.10.14
what i'm up to
at the moment i'm working on autumn theme. cycles of life reflected in nature which we are part of. i'm working with dry grass and other sapless plants that can be found now in autumn. as well as seeds and soil.
sometimes we- human beings think that we are (or should be) in control of nature- clean the old leaves away and eliminate from our view everything dead and decayed.
i believe we should acknowledge more the strong connection with nature even if it would mean coming down from the hight towers that we have so persuasively built and to see out own temporality.
it is worth remarking the often used comparison of men to culture and women to nature.
23.10.14
18.10.14
17.10.14
Friendship is a rainbow
.. full of rain and sun, from which arise the whole range of colours- so beautiful, intangible and rare.
Good wishes to my friend Dana in her Big trip to Guatemala
13.10.14
the strength of weakness
Man, when he enters life,
is soft and weak.
When he dies
he is hard and strong.
Plants, when they enter life,
are soft and tender.
When they die
they are dry and stiff.
Therefore: the hard and the strong
are companions of death;
the soft and the weak
are companions of life.
Therefore: when weapons are strong they are not victorious
When trees are strong they are cut down.
The strong, the great, is below.
The soft, the weak, is above.
(Laozi assumes that weakness will prevail over strength precisely because of its expansiveness, flexibility and endurance. Trength eventually exhausts itself while the energy of weakness is boundless.)
/Katrin Froese, Nietzsche, Heidegger, and Daoist Thought/
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