Like each forest, I have different ages – a reflection during my birthday

January 18, 2021January 26, 2021 ~ humoringthegoddess ~ 7 Comments

She is 32 and I am 67 and still we think and feel the same way. I will adapt to the new always changing world around me, too. Thank you, Wendy Woods, Stories from the Wood Wide Web, and Eliza Ayres.

Stories from the Wood Wide Web

Today is my 32nd birthday. Since last night I stay on my own in a wooden cabin in the forest, for the following nights, with books, hot drinks and a live performance by squirrels and birds. One of my fairy god mothers (the owner of the cabin) left me cake, trappist beer and a stack of wood to make a cosy fire. After I took a photograph of my coffee and a squirrel, ironically (?) I saw this art on someone’s social media feed and had to laugh:

Today is also -apparently- Blue Monday. After hearing the epic song by New Order 🎶 on the radio, a sport coach is giving advice how to improve your health, because your body is your temple. You should maintain it “to slow down ageing”.

A couple of times, people told me they are confused when I start talking about f.e. where I have…

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Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Reflection

November 24, 2019 ~ humoringthegoddess ~ 12 Comments

Time and reflection change the sight little by little ’till we come to understand.

~ Paul Cezanne

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Bubbles

November 2, 2014March 1, 2015 ~ humoringthegoddess ~ 6 Comments

I’m forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

They fly so high, nearly reach the sky

Then like my dreams they fade and die

When you look at a bubble, what do you see? Do they reflect reality? They are ethereal. Like a thought. A kiss. A memory.

They exist for only a moment. Yet resonate in our memory long after.

They make us wonder: What did I just see?

The possibilities are endless. You ask — is it real? Does it matter?

Are they reflections of our existence? A moment out of a million? A billion? Out of a nanosecond?

It doesn’t matter if their existence makes a difference in the world. A difference in my life, or yours. All that matters is they are beautiful. Fleeting. They float on air. And for the briefest of moments, they exist.