You are so shy. While looking down and around trying to find the right words. I watch you secretly from my lowered face. I’m waiting. Waiting breathlessly to hear you saying …
some day
I will let my heart speak
to yours
and tell about the island of
true everlastings – elixir of dawns
… wishing it to be in this very moment …
Carpe Diem: #1106 Symphony No. 11
The Winter by Joachim Raff.
This day – the day before Christmas Eve – we use(d) to call ”Little Christmas Eve”. We tasted the Christmas food. We were allowed to open one present. We had a really cosy evening. That’s how it was. Seems so long ago just now. I kept this tradition when I had my own family. We even celebrated once in a dry riverbed in the desert in United Arab Emirates. 1983 I think. Now is a different time. ”Yesterday is dead and gone” as Kris Kristoferson sings. My daughters doesn’t eat meat or celebrate Christmas. My son thinks otherwise. More like me.
circumstances
made christmas dead and gone
empty seats
Since I’m not a believer I don’t celebrate Christmas but I like some traditions. Like spending time together with my family. So I miss that now. Very much.
Some day I will bring my grandchildren to experience the Nutcracker in Budapest. Some day!
Today I went to an contemporary dance performance for children. It was just so very great!
air filled
bubbles of children’s emotions
cracking event
I can also go to church at special occasions – just to watch the rituals people are busy with. As behaviorist I’m very interested – all the time – in people’s behavior and everyday life wherever I am. I’m a quiet watcher.
But not ”quiet” about everyday life relating to politics. Consequences of bad politics I want to highlight. Sometimes also the good. I like to compare Sweden and Hungary as I think they are opposites in EU. I find it interesting to follow. Observe.
dedication
children’s welfare and schooling
my life
I think – maybe – it has been a lot about me personally lately. Sometimes it happens. And that’s ok for me – here.
I have had Bach in the background but tonight I’m afraid he didn’t engage me very much.
finally
a red heavy glass of wine
tasting your kiss
full bodied as usual
how lucky I am
Carpe Diem: #1105 Christmas Oratorio:
Cantata #1 BWV 248 – Mov. 1/9 by J.S. Bach.
I think this entry works better with:
Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016 #7
Twas The Night Before Christmas.
I will make another for Bach 🙂
On my way home today. I walked towards the Cathedral and a poem popped up in my head. (I live just behind the church.)
not so long
way to the other side
of religion
I’m not religious as you know. But when I grew up everybody around me were. As child – visiting the church – I always thought the priests told lies. Couldn’t understand how people could believe what the priests said. I’m interested in facts – not what few people make up in their fantasy and then try to make it true for a mass.
Sure Jesus once lived and he probably had a very good hearted life philosophy.
It also happens with ”facts” in times. Thinking about when the earth was believed to be flat. So I wonder a lot about:
-What do we believe to be very true today – and tomorrow will be proved as wrong and seen as the madness of our time? Maybe about the climate? Maybe about our planet? Our place in Universe? I would very very much like to know …
free ticket
for a ride in the dark world
to turn on the light
covered waited in endless queue
while the button was set broken
Perhaps that one was too mysterious?
wise people
talking the speech of facts ‘n truth
my candles
as interesting people’s questions
provide imaginative power and fantasy
“We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.”
― Richard Dawkins
”Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful.” Lucius Annaeus Seneca.
Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016 #5 candles.
Out in the crowd. Camera settings with blue filter. To light up my day. Thinking about killings and attacks. Sad but definitely not scarred or frightened. Thought that if I had that stupid, monstrous terrible brain … where would I place … I was sure of where. So I took the metro just to that place. It was the end station. Above is the Christmas Market. And I wasn’t the only one thinking … Three very well armed and equipped men stood steadily and watched us when we got out from the train. I asked very polite:
-May I shoot you?
So sorry I didn’t get that photo!
But I was lucky today. Bought myself a heart decorated ceramic cup for my green chai tea. I also found my dress. Now it needs a neckless. And I know what kind. A Native American style in black and a few silver pearls decorated with mother-of-pearl. Maybe I can make it myself.
nacre sunset
when shells are tumbling
in salted waves
showing up to each other
the most glory mother-of-pearl
I listen to the music and I can see the shells and the shiny ”mother of all pearls”.
Can you?
Carpe Diem: #1103.
Symphony in F sharp minor Op. 41 by Dora Pejacevic.
the temptation
at the chalk cliff top
I throw a rose
© Hamish Managua GunnBasho and I
share the same moon
and the same joy
of words about nature
I know – Basho taught me© Hamish Managua Gunn
in dreams
stars are listening
you know***some wings
made a memorable
visit
bringing me to the world of
dragonflies
Well – now you will think I’m even more crazy – cause I feel I have a certain connection to dragonflies. They like me to photo shoot them. They perform for me. They follow me. I talk to them. Last session was when I visited the Tanja in south east Hungary in August. They were so funny! We were in the wine yard as you can see on top.
Left me with hundreds of photos. This one presented me to his/her fellow later.
Click on the picture!
Carpe Diem: Tokubetsudesu #92.
Hamish Managua Gunn’s ”the temptation”.
Dags att kolla Skrivpuff för dagens ord att skriva om. Jag surfar iväg i cyber. Bestämmer att det får bli en haibun.
S t i r r a
läser jag på skärmen
och stirrar
på datumet ovanför
himmel! tänker jag då
Ja så gick det faktiskt till! Jag har inte fattat att det redan är den 18 december. Juldagarna närma sig. Jag ska vara ensam i Bp. För andra året i rad. Det är ny ordning numera. Livet tar sina vändningar och då får man göra bästa möjliga. Så gott man kan. I år är jag mycket bättre på det och jag har just nu ”flow” i kreativiteten. Skriver och målar. Njuter under tiden. Däremellan är jag ute och fotograferar eller på olika kulturevenemang. Då njuter jag också.
lilla vän
det är kallt ute nu
innan julenlilla vän
det blir inte bättre
med kriglilla vän
en vilsen dag till
i morgonvärlden
är alldeles ur led
i tiden
Låter nästan som ‘mellan hopp och förtvivlan’ där förtvivlan tar överhand. Det är i min lilla värld det finns hopp men i världen utanför handlar det om förtvivlan.
Förtvivlan inför människors oförmåga att kunna leva i fred med varandra. Det är så sorgligt. Ingen ändring i sikte heller.
Men snart är det nytt år!
Jag är säker på att det blir ett bättre …
Önskar …
Skrivpuff: Stirra.
from bottom
of my heart you’ll find
the blue sky
the little pond revealed secrets
clouds sighed and passed by
Carpe Diem: Special #223.
Candy’s 3rd ”silvery moonbeams”.
Just came home after an evening in Liszt Academy in Budapest. ”Bach Dance Suit” very innovative and creative. I was really in Bach mood today and let’s find out how I react to Louise Farrenc later this evening.
I find myself running towards the little river in the meadow valley. He was close and captured my hand. We entered a canoe and were brought quickly out in the stream. Still wonderful weather and intoxicating summer scents. Butterflies hovered and birds twittered.
rapids whisper
he kissed her ear tip longingly
once more
and the river float a melody
picked up by the Blue Wings
Carpe Diem: #1099.
Symphony No. 3 by Louise Farrenc.
I’m still lost in the meadows feeling the fragrance and freshness with the sun in my face. Freedom spot of life. Nature when in it’s best. I will stay here …. for a long while … will you join?
such sensibility
flowers felt and opened
every petal
bumble bees in extas
in honey lovers festival
Carpe Diem: #1098.
Symphony No. 1 by Georges Onslow.
When listening to this lovely music I feel I am in the highlands. Running happily up and down the hills. The weather is just awesome and the meadow full of small wild flowers in every thousands of colors. Stone walls meander cheerfully like in a round dance. And the birds are singing in the air …
flute ‘n sky fiddle
-I’m coming down the mountains
my little seed beak,
he sang and played intensely
bird maid listened by all heart
Carpe Diem: #1097.
Serenade in D major by Ethel Smyth.
The talented English composer and suffragette Ethel Smyth.
B_ live 