Links

Yeah, I know...
Blogs are often collections of links; and today I added some that I just want to introduce to you.

Maybe you already know Woof Nanny. Barb is very creative and seems to be the same wavelength as me anyway ;-)

Betablast is written by a native Lithuanian; it's so cute to read her musings about her little son Kaspar.

Wish Jar Journal is owned by Keri Smith.
Her pictures are simple, her ideas are huge. I love the idea of Guerilla art. Why not leave things somewhere where others can appreciate them?
Has someone found the glass nugget I left on a bank near the Hallgrimskirkja in Reykjavik?

Redcurrent: Kath is from Australia. This woman has a sense for colours...
I just love the plush monsters!!!

I visit Pea Soup every day. Simply like it!

MOMster belongs to Irene from Paris.
She's so busy with her twins, but she simply adores them...

Relaxed. And jaded.

Oh my, it’s been long since I last posted…
(Well you should see my hompage... a permanent construction site, I didn’t update for one and a half years. I’ve got some stuff ready, but I’m intending to change the layout, too...
Spent a whole lot of time working on other people’s homepages. I don’t mind about the time I spent, because I learnt so much from the work and was able to give vent to my creativity, but the feedback lacked completely as for one client so that project is not officially online as of today. Period.)

In the meantime, our theatre project (Shakespeare’s “12th Night”) is well on the way; the second last weekend we were away for rehearsal. It was FUN!
I didn’t have more than 10 hours sleep from Thursday to Sunday. First, I was way too excited, then it was too much fun to stay up with the friends til 03.00 a.m. or 05.00 a.m. in front of the fireplace, chatting and playing – and besides, I was inebriated by caffeine. It was quite amazing, in a positive way.
So, I came home to my family without really having missed them (and I don’t have a guilty conscience about that either), full to the brim with emotions, thoughts and images. Somewhat recuperated and relaxed...

When the caffeine level dropped on Tuesday, in spite of permanent feed, fatigue got me.
And after my family had been sniffling and coughing in stereo for a week, I got weary and sick last weekend...

Anyway. It was worth it.
How I love those weekends of rehearsal!

A Winter's Day

They say that the Inuit know a whole lot of different words for different kinds of snow.

When we were at the Wasserkuppe on Sunday – the sun shining wonderfully at -8 °C (approx. 18 °F) and quite windy at times – we could encounter at least some of those kinds of snow.

The Wasserkuppe is in the low mountain range of the Rhön, located on the former border region of the federal states of Hesse, Bavaria and Thuringia.
We went hiking from Poppenhausen to the top of the Wasserkuppe , over ice covered with snow, over crosted snow that gives you the treacherous safety to walk some metres, just to let you sink into the snow knee deep (of course, with both legs at once, so you can make a fool of yourself nearly tipping over because of your own drive...), snow crunching and behaving just like sand (moving sideways), soft or solidly crusted snow...

It was quite strenuous , but, after all, a wonderful winter’s day.



Banks of snow like dunes, and snow that has built tips like meringue or whipped cream...

The big 4-0?

I didn’t post for quite some time.
It seems as if the big 4-0 has catched up with me at last.

Bullshit. But maybe it really was a reason to become sensible to where I am, and what I want. I’m far from finishing this stock taking. But I feel that I am more stable, mentally, less dependent on other people’s sympathy. I simply don’t want to be dependent on other people’s esteem anymore.
I don’t want to be the good girl anymore. Hey, being 40, it’s about time, hen?
I feel a strength in me that I didn’t observe before. I am so glad to have discovered that.

But at this time, every day is different, every day feels different. Sometimes I wonder how much this feelings depend on the facts that I drink too much coffee or have too little sleep, or maybe depending on the hormone level. Hm.

Who cares! Live is wonderful. And dreadful. And interesting. Embrace it!

“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO! - What a ride!"
((Who said that? I have the notion that someone like Bette Middler or maybe Mae West said that, but I’m not really sure...))