Long time has passed ...

I feel deeply at peace.

Months have passed.
There was so much.
Challenges. Old and new people. And a new place.

There have been beautiful weekends, this one included.
People have come to visit me with whom I share a deep bond. I am very grateful that they are a part of my life.

On one of my first weekends here, I got to know the old mine from nearby. It was amazing to walk through these old mine shafts and breathe the gentle wind that is circulating 400 metres or more underground.

I took advantage of the last days of autumn and walked up the hill to the old castle. We enjoyed the view and the last coloured leaves.


On halloween, we cut pumpkins and I arranged them in front of our front door.

Not only I have been visited, I also took the train to see one of my dearest friends.

We walked through the city and talked for hours and hours.

While I'm writing this I'm listening to improvisations by Ólafur Arnalds. I'm just exploring his music.

This weekend has been a blessing.

 

A Birthday In The Mountains And A Happy Easter

Finally there is peace again.
I'm so happy to look into this new phase.

Spring has slowly arrived and the days are becoming longer and the air is full of new smells and sounds.

As our dear relative celebrated her birthday, she gathered her friends and family in a house in the Alps.

There were friendly guests, delicious food and nice conversations.
What more could you wish for a birthday?

After the weekend, we took a train to Munich.

We walked through the city near the Stachus and visited the Oberpollinger shopping centre.

The churches like the Bürgersaalkirche or St Michael charmed with their historical designs.

 There was an exhibition about art from the rococo era.

This sweet couple by Roman Anton Boos was part of the exhibition and symbolizes true love.

On one of our free days, we walked a tiny part of the Camino de Santiago.

Two lovely friends came with us. It was a beautiful hike through little towns and the forest.

 Around the Easter days, our family met in order to have brunch.

The table was full of breadrolls, cheese, tomatoes, olives, artichoke, eggs, tea and a lot more.





I also met good friends to watch a movie or to bake a paschal lamb.

There were so many stories to tell, so many tears of laughter to lose.

The Importance of Rests

The last two months have been stressful for me and the next two weeks will be similar.

This made me thinking of rests.

Like the short rests inbetween.
A walk through the forest nearby, a little nap like our cat enjoys for hours a day.

Because we are allowed to take rests.

Sometimes the beauty lies in the silent things.

We only need to open our hearts to them and enjoy these little things.





I try to get enough sleep. And have rests ... like going on a walk, drinking a cup of tea, meeting nice people and doing some sports.

And two weeks from now this time will be over and I am looking into a new chapter , where old and new people and challenges are awaiting me; new memories to be formed.

Days On A Small Island

I have spent my last days of 2014 on a small northern island with friends.
It was ice cold and there were harsh winds which rounded our winter trip up and made it perfect.

My friends had made roasted almonds with different tastes (orange, coconut, chocolate, coffee, ...) and shared them with us.
I liked this creative idea a lot.

On our first night, we went to the beach where the wind rushed across the sea and raised some of the sand.

It was beautiful - as well as the clear sky with its stars and its moon.

On the next day, I took time to sleep. It was very cozy and warm and relaxing.

In the afternoon, we walked to the end of the island: all in all 16 km.

We passed pastures with horses and sheep and small houses in the middle of this peaceful and lonely nowhere.

Before reaching the sea, we crossed a swampy area with tide-ways and muddy pits.

Eventually we had to jump across the tide-ways and sometimes one of us fell into the mud which made us laugh.

When we reached the end of the island, the sun had set.

We had to use our torches to write our names on the wooden hut.

The hut is covered with names and dates and every time the person or family comes back, another date is added.


On the evenings, we played games. And there were even three "big games": the "night's game", the "giving game" and the "music game".

The Music Game: Two groups compete. You have to guess names of songs by listening to the music or texts, sometimes the music is played backward or there are several songs at one time.

The Giving Game: Everyone gets a small piece of paper on which stands a name. Only you know what name you got. You have to "kill" the person by giving him/her something. Yes, I survived !!!

The Night's Game: Four groups compete. You walk through the forest and search for little lights in your color. Each light gives you a hint to the treasure. The group that finds the treasure wins.

On one afternoon, we visited the town and its nice little shops.

We found shelves full of comfortable slippers and tried some on.

They tell a story.

There was a woman that stood with a lamp at the shore each night and all ships that saw her capsized. The woman took what she could use.
Until her own son was on the boat and died.
Since then she haunts the beaches.

I wonder why they tell such stories. Maybe the cold makes you gather in the dark nights and tell each other spooky stories.

On New Year's Eve we drove to the light house on the other side of the island.

We climbed the steps up to the top when the sun set and the lights were turned on and started rotating for the ships.

It was symbolic in many ways. We stood up there, the wind stroking our skin and our view wide across the land and the sea while the night began: The transition to the new year.


I wish you a happy new year with all my heart.  I'm excited ... What will 2015 bring?