| earthbound love songs |
[Feb. 12th, 2012|12:18 pm] |
...and I cannot stop listening and humming along. (It's been six years of listening to this band now for me, and I don't intend to ever stop. So great!) |
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| while nobody was watching |
[Dec. 7th, 2011|05:21 pm] |
Yesterday, on my way to work, I suddenly stopped on the slippery sidewalk to write down these words:
After yesterday's rain, everything froze last night, and who knows, maybe it even snowed a little while nobody was watching.
It had snowed, as I could see on the flowerbeds in the backyard. It had snowed, but mostly melted away and the wet had frozen again to start melting again as everyone went out of their cozy homes to get busy for the day. It is not warm outside in Jena these days, but still not cold enough for the rain to constantly turn into snow and stay.
It all happened again last night, and today the sky was grey, closing up and helping me in the decision to skip my lectures, sleep in, read a little (medical things, too), write again and listen to good music. Who knows, maybe I'll even get to sew again today, after I finished my psychiatry workload. It's been a relaxed day for me, and the words floating through my head were those I listened to again last night:
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
It's advent again, and before I know it, half of this wonderful time is over already. This year, we have all it takes for a good Advent as we like it: the advent wreath, two lit up stars (for those interested: one Herrenhuter Stern and one Annaberger Stern) hanging, a "Schwibbogen" and a "Räuchermännchen". Enough decoration for our taste. And we take time this year - time to sit down with candles (as of now - two) lit on the wreath, singing songs of Advent.
It's wonderful how Advent always succeeds November.
It's wonderful how love carries through.
And it's wonderful to anticipate Christ in this time of anticipation.
Christ, who comes, while nobody is watching. He is where we don't suspect him to be. With the poor, the lonely, the depressed, the outcast. In the stable. He comes to us, even though we don't deserve him. He comes to us because He loves.
This time of the liturgical year wants to make us more aware. But it's up to us to start listening, open our eyes and be attentive. And Christ will fill us and teach us to be patient, anticipating him.
And so last night it snowed again while nobody was watching. |
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| Windmond, Nebelung |
[Nov. 18th, 2011|07:03 pm] |
It's November again, and all of a sudden, before I could even think about it, half of this month has passed already.
This morning, I learned the old German words for November: Windmond ("wind-moon"), Nebelung (Nebel = fog) and Wintermonat ("winter month"). We have a children's calendar (by "die Sendung mit der Maus") on our kitchen table, and for every day, there is something fun to learn. Todays lesson made me smile, loving the way these old words are so perfectly descriptive for this time of the year. Windy, foggy, and the inofficial beginning of winter.
On most of the mornings, we can see fog still hanging between mountains from our kitchen tables. It is one of the most beautiful things I've seen this autumn, with the leaves turned red and yellow. |
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| Firefly - the world can wait. |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|07:12 pm] |
Writing has been very absent from my life lately. It's the wrong way to start a new year, and it makes me sad to see how little words the movement of my right hand has formed on paper.
There have been by far enough thoughts and reasons to write, but the pen felt heavy and it became hard to lift it up.
Instead of writing, I realized again and again just how much I love Marc, walked in the snow, adored sunlight-reflections on icy trees, tried a new recipe for lentil soup, drank hundreds of liters of tea, listened to classical music and studied.
I am still in the process of studying (and drinking tea), of trying to catch up with such a massive amount of information, (here is some for you: if you want to know what makes really good tea – green tea with roses. Oh yes.) and sometimes I simply get overwhelmed with what exactly happens in my brains when I think about what exactly happens there. What happens when I drink tea and simply enjoy. What happens when Marc comes home from work in the evening, and I cannot help that big smile spreading on my face. (I do not know what exactly happens scientifically when being in love, but I know there is much more to it. It's my soul rejoicing.)
After all, I need to form new synapses to remember, and I know I need the limbic system (namely the Gyrus parahippocampalis) for processing the information into my long-term memory.
My list of things to do this year:
- pray more
- love love love
- write more
- laugh laugh laugh
- listen more
- sing sing sing
- read more
- jump jump jump
- be still more often
- become a better person
- be more disciplined
The list could go on, but these things I consider most important.
And with this, I have to go now.
Bis bald,
hopefully. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|09:47 pm] |
Hello November.
Welcome.
(I write this every year...)
It was a cold and sunny sunday morning today. (crunching leaves and leather boots)
And I was listening to J.S. Bach as I was riding the train through the beautiful slightly foggy landscape, framed by mountains of orange.
Hello, November.
Welcome. |
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