2014-February

A long discussion, in between walls…what are the lives of the living? Filled with laughter and tears; the drama of our human existence.

how can we be free and live next to strangers? how can we act as though we don't want to love through the routine? it's as easy as 1,2,3. Can't you see the beauty in the pitter-patter?

1000 ways to love your lover…we smell, we breathe deep and our eyes see each other. I listen, he hears. Words are exchanged. Words confuse. And perhaps the heavy sighs mean more…a flick of the tongue, a long embrace, a brush of the hair, a squeeze, a smack, a biting remark. Whispers in telephone lines, the imagination of mystery, believers in magic and moments that happen…How can forever have so many ripples in the sand?

the coming in and going out of love and pain, as heartbeats and exhales…in glances and open gestures of purity-love sanctified in the waters of our imagination, green pastures under blue skies...

2013-07 Part V - Bingen, Deutschland

The bees are creating. Life is sweet to taste, full of vigour in this hot summer. So alive, the buzz…it's all around. Everything green, blooming, blood red roses, pastel purples and dots of white. The sunflowers bow down to the sungod and the wild iris' emulate the sun's heart; the rays of sun incarnate. Frantic, dripping with life, movement all around and a constant stir in the stillness of night. 

July 19, 2013 Lena + Denis

I sit among these ruins early morning, only one other from our camping group is awake. I contemplate my place here…at this wedding and in Germany…So many good people who've come together in a place and time, never to be repeated. I'm so privileged to have this moment. The bees are alive here, the vowels are hard, the daylight and conversations are long…I've eaten so much good food and drink and had delightfully confusing conversations…those that leave you pondering the exact word…searching for meaning in a labyrinth of words. To wait and listen and in the dark a word is spoken…the exact word that one searched for and you find it among friends, pure innocent connection, so simple, as bees fly and make the honey. And yet, in simplicity there is richness. To know it's value is to see with eyes wide open.

I'm a woman touched. By cold water baptism, I feel brand new. My identity shifts, an infinity symbol makes me timeless. I am part of everyone and yet I float as shadows passing through a hot day, never to be the same and yet unchanged. The coming together of my left and right brain. The questions becoming more clear in a roundabout way; paths to truth. I see light images wherever I go…lucky in love and travelling and hammocks and pianos and birdsong and finding some truths. I am open and strangers see me, they see my spirit and I give it without reservation. I don't belong to anyone, not even to my own self. 

2013-07 Part IV- Tubingen, Germany

the landscape changes dramatically. colours continue to inspire, they are more rich, or maybe my eyes are more open. Inside a darkened tunnel, I go inside my mind. Looking for words to describe this moment. The present hurtles along at 140 km/hr, the future just around the bend and the past seems light years behind...smells are fading, emotions dwindle, seasons change...I know this will not last and trying to hold onto it is futile. Like trying to catch the setting sun, you can only chase it for so long. And then, the sun's beauty is replaced by the rising moon...all circles moving in "time"...whatever that is :) 

Stuggart to Tubingen

I run to the train that I thought I had missed, pick a seat next to a man in very crowded car…the ticket girl comes along to take my ticket and says something to me in German in a very serious tone. I give the confused look and begin to say "Sprechen zee English?" She cuts me off and says "DO you want to upgrade to first class?" "Oh, no thank you, for it's only a 40 minute train ride to meet Simone." She says, "Then you MUST go to 2nd class through the glass doors." The man I sat next to says, "What a shame." I laugh and take my bag. Such a delightful moment, to be ousted from a crowded first class car to find the 2nd class car quiet, cool, and empty. 

Miles Davis moving through me, the sun sinking in the horizon…for every soul that's given me something, I dedicate this moment to you.

Tubingen: medieval city….picturesque, stories of poets locked in a tower…winding rivers, turning roads, the cobblestone streets. A university town, young lives among these ancient stones, such a contrast. They walk along without seeing.

The boat man was tall and leathery. With a commanding voice, it was his ship to sail and his crew to direct. We floated along the Neckar river, full of history and stories. I leave the words behind and dip my hand in the cool water. The baptism of this Canadian girl. I stand to take the pole and I drive the boat. I see all eyes on me. Easy, peasy. A diploma in boat driving and a scenic poster of the Neckar river. My nature in sync with Tubingen. Shoes fixed, blisters covered and I sit to weave a tale of my German experience. Just sitting, listening.

"Not scolding is praise enough." - German phrase