Category Archives: snippets

a maze

You know these mazes, the ones where you feel you have to prove yourself? Where buxus hedges reach high overhead, where walls feel damp, where the path is dark.  You push the little voices in your head back as far as you can as you are not going to be intimidated  by your own fears. A few steps is all it takes to cut you off from the outside world.

Once in there sounds seem muffled or there may not even sounds at all. Maybe you hear your own heartbeat, maybe you look up to acknowledge the sky is still there or maybe you already wonder if you will take the right turn to get to the centre.

Of course you keep going, sure you’re not a coward…or are you? While you take bend after bend, round corner after corner and stand still for moments to listen intently, you know you’re in a bolthole and yet you want to find the exit.  In the meantime you are feeling your way around, listen to your footsteps on the gravel and control your breathing.

You will find your way out. You must. You have to. And if you don’t, someone will surely go looking for you, someone will surely find you. Eventually someone will…..

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down and out

It’s not too bad if one is down and out for a while, is it? Things like that don’t announce themselves, they just happen. The question whether necessary or not cannot be answered.

Indeed, the right guess is, it was me being down and out for a bit.

Down in myself, down memory lane (even where i don’t like that expression), past the ‘no entry’ sign and ignoring the ‘tresspassers will be prosecuted’.

Out as well, out of my most likeable place, out of the country and sometimes happily out of my mind.

Perhaps i was more out than down, the balance isn’t completely clear. I may put both on different scales and use in and up as counterweights. Or maybe not. Maybe i just opt out for down.

 

snippet and slice and birthday surprise

cake 1 There’s an English proverb that says you can’t have your cake and eat it. Well, i tell you something: you can! You can have your cake, eat your heart out, stuff your face, have your fill, lick your plate and still not know what to do with the rest.

Normally, the best part of a cake is what you’re eating and tasting, this time the best part is not being involved in baking nor preparation. Some family and friends thought this birthday should be celebrated and -in hindsight- i gladly admit it was the best thing happening this year. candled cake

 To  keep this a snippet, i’ll better write point by point. Guests first:

1 American,

1 Czech,

2 Dutch,

1 French,

1 German,

5 Irish,

1 Spanish

This unexpected company filled my hut with all kinds of everything:  banners,   noise,   love,   champagne,   presents,   cakes,   laughter,   madness,   candles,   bunting,   hugs,   food,   balloons,   happiness,   surprises,   drink,   friendship,   jokes,   life,   cream,   nibbles,   wishes and stories.   many candles make one big light

All of this shared by each and everyone and when the day was over there was plenty left on my plate and on the kitchen worktop.

 

 

 

 

p.s. As you can see I proved the English language wrong. You can eat your cake and have it. Surprisingly it is here: for sharing, for a snippet, for a slice.

a sound snippet

It’s been quiet in a most likeable place.

Most of the time hiding was the only thing left. Safely behind walls of greens. There are more greens than you could even imagine. They were here, even when i couldn’t see them. And now that i can, they are vanishing. Turning to other colours, likeable and dislikeable colours. Ending in no colour at all.

What’s left are sounds. Birds. Distant dogs. Hungry hens. And this:

my wind chime, inspired by Beethoven’s famous Opus 27 #2 “Moonlight Sonata”. it’s a brilliant 8-note 2 1/2 octave tubular chime in C# minor, which includes 8 tubular chimes: G#, C#, E, G#, C#, E, G#, C#
[one from jwstannard’s wind chime collection]

There’s a touch of wind in a most likeable place.

a pot shot, frankie, et al

A couple of days ago i came across a book written by Frankie Boyle.  As the title -although clear and funnily strange- did not sound tempting enough, i have to admit i didn’t read it.

WORK ! CONSUME ! DIE !

Indeed, the first two commands i’ve carried out for years and years, both luckily not too hard to accomplish.  Work was eventually given up, but -believe you me- consuming is extremely difficult to unlearn.                                                                                    About the third assignment  i have no knowledge. Haven’t managed to fullfill, but it has been happening around me quite a few times.

Before i finally, like all of us, will get to that last stage, i think there’s lots and lots more to experience than only work and consume.

         listen to music,                       make plans,                               tell stories,           

                             smell flowers,                                   be amazed,

               hear waves,                         kiss lips,                                              share thoughts,

grab chances,                 go places,              hum tunes,             build dreams,           make love,

         write words,                             keep secrets,                                           do things,

                    shake hands,                                talk nonsense,         read books,

    give comfort,                  watch people,                       touch cheeks,               walk beaches,

     throw glances,                                          grow old

Examples were not hard to come by and i’d be more than willing to add any suggestions, propositions, ideas or musings  (ehm yes, knock yourself out, there’s a reply button somewhere)

footnote: i’ll get the loan of mentioned book sooner or later