Monday, April 30, 2012
life
A bit like a cross country run: Walking the straight road all the times can be rather boring, but constantly avoiding tripping, jumping holes and having to cross streams, can be hard if you can't catch your breath.
At the moment, we seem to have the balance...nothing is quite straight forward, but not to challenging that it makes us want to give up. Also I would not mind to sit down, pause and take in my surroundings before heading further.
What happens?
Health test again (old shoe, hopefully)
Settling in corporate world, sort of
Creating sidelines for creative outputs
Fighting the odds
Fighting with shadows
Socialising
A couple of friends (husband and wife by today) made their own special wedding rings with the help of the skypainter.
And yesterday (at one of the most beautiful and meaningful weddings I have ever been) they were presented to a whole chapel full of guest. Everybody hold the rings for some time and gave with them some wishes to the couple before they band of commitment found their final place at the bride and grooms finger. I was so proud of my man for being able to make the couples special day even more special by giving them the opportunity to create and smith their own rings and helping them skillfully along. A tiny bit of magic
Sunday, April 15, 2012
I am not a mountain goat
Finally we made it up big Suger Loaf, that feature mountain in the Co.Wicklow countryside.
As it often the case the sun was shining this sunday morning and we left the house early to get ahead the Dublin crowds climbing this 'mountain' on sunny sunday. Also it did not look like it, it only took us half an hour to reach the top, mastering rolling stones and rocks and some thorns.
Well, the view was worth it. Co. Dublin, Co. Wicklow, mountain ranges and glimmering coast line.
It was just beautiful up there in the sunshine, also the wind was icy and my ears nearly froze of. Seriously. From there we could also sea the weather to come for the next hours. Big cloud started pilling up in the far west and we made our way down while it was sunny. The skypainter skipped ahead, light footed and surely did he navigated the rocks, while I slowly mastered the rolly, slippery, slopy mountainside even using my hands for stretches to support me. What can I say, I am not a mountain goat.
After eight years, this height is ticked off too and I was surprised how fast one can be up and down. It looks like it would take longer.
Litte Sugar Loaf will keep its place in my heart so as there is no tourist crowds climbing its heights and the memories from that hill are to precious to be taken over by a bigger version hill.
As it often the case the sun was shining this sunday morning and we left the house early to get ahead the Dublin crowds climbing this 'mountain' on sunny sunday. Also it did not look like it, it only took us half an hour to reach the top, mastering rolling stones and rocks and some thorns.
Well, the view was worth it. Co. Dublin, Co. Wicklow, mountain ranges and glimmering coast line.
It was just beautiful up there in the sunshine, also the wind was icy and my ears nearly froze of. Seriously. From there we could also sea the weather to come for the next hours. Big cloud started pilling up in the far west and we made our way down while it was sunny. The skypainter skipped ahead, light footed and surely did he navigated the rocks, while I slowly mastered the rolly, slippery, slopy mountainside even using my hands for stretches to support me. What can I say, I am not a mountain goat.
After eight years, this height is ticked off too and I was surprised how fast one can be up and down. It looks like it would take longer.
Litte Sugar Loaf will keep its place in my heart so as there is no tourist crowds climbing its heights and the memories from that hill are to precious to be taken over by a bigger version hill.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Witz
Einen Witz erzaehlt der fast 10jaehrige am Kuechentisch:
'Why is Six afraid of Seven?'
'Because Seven eight ("ate") Nine!'
Hehe!
So einfach!
: )
'Why is Six afraid of Seven?'
'Because Seven eight ("ate") Nine!'
Hehe!
So einfach!
: )
Good days and bad days
Life is mainly giving us good days, sunny and rainy happy together, open heart and head - life is great good days. These kind of days where the world is so large, so amazing, so ...it makes you breathless and quiet and overflowing with life.
The salt in the soup are the every now and then bad days. The days, where it is so hard to except, that there will be no mini us, because nature intended otherwise. These days I am grieving a loss of a life, a dream, a future; I am rolling in self pity for me and for him, because I know it would be so great if it would come true. But despite all the messages and test results we just can't give up hope yet and still sadness for what does not seem to be possible overwhelms me and I am rolling up into myself and hiding from the outside world and go mind and life travelling to distract myself.
These days belong to me as well as all the good days and the grief of these rare days make me so much happier the other days, when a spring in our step and the lifeforce can't be stopped by the struggles of allday life and irish rain clouds. I think, because I love the man next to me so much and I know that our life together is such a precious gift, I would love to give him this present of a future when he might has to go one day and for him to leave himself behind if our ways need to part. We are extensions of each other and are aware of each other as much as when we are apart as being together.
I am also grieving that what life has not intended for us separates us from a lot of close friends as we are not able to follow them on the joyful and stressful and often lamentend pathes of parenthood. There is no intention for this kind of separation on either side, but different outlooks, schedules and thoughts built invisible walls, that are getting harder to overcome.
I walk the ways of my selfpity and grief on these rare days, sometimes only hours. I explore them and sink into them, but then life takes over, joy welcomes me back and I look around me, my love, my home, my friends and family and life is just great.
The salt in the soup are the every now and then bad days. The days, where it is so hard to except, that there will be no mini us, because nature intended otherwise. These days I am grieving a loss of a life, a dream, a future; I am rolling in self pity for me and for him, because I know it would be so great if it would come true. But despite all the messages and test results we just can't give up hope yet and still sadness for what does not seem to be possible overwhelms me and I am rolling up into myself and hiding from the outside world and go mind and life travelling to distract myself.
These days belong to me as well as all the good days and the grief of these rare days make me so much happier the other days, when a spring in our step and the lifeforce can't be stopped by the struggles of allday life and irish rain clouds. I think, because I love the man next to me so much and I know that our life together is such a precious gift, I would love to give him this present of a future when he might has to go one day and for him to leave himself behind if our ways need to part. We are extensions of each other and are aware of each other as much as when we are apart as being together.
I am also grieving that what life has not intended for us separates us from a lot of close friends as we are not able to follow them on the joyful and stressful and often lamentend pathes of parenthood. There is no intention for this kind of separation on either side, but different outlooks, schedules and thoughts built invisible walls, that are getting harder to overcome.
I walk the ways of my selfpity and grief on these rare days, sometimes only hours. I explore them and sink into them, but then life takes over, joy welcomes me back and I look around me, my love, my home, my friends and family and life is just great.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
days flying by
Well, what can I say? Time is racing ahead and I seem to tumble after it.
So much has happened the last days that keeping track in words is not easy and not what I really like to with my now precious time off.
We took beautiful memories and photographs with us leaving the south and west coast after our short holiday stint. The Fastnet B&B in Baltimore is a little treasure with its authentic interior, a hearty, happy and welcoming owner, reasonable prices and one of the best Irish Breakfast I had sofar.
Baltimore - the last 8years I did not make back to this piece of the country where the big adventure started. The landscape gave me a wild welcome with the wind and seaspray hugging me and colours to delight any artists heart. We climbed the rocks and hills and rested on huge, empty , sandy, golden beaches. Water was to cold for swimming so. haha.
Believe it or not the Skypainter never has been there and he enjoyed the days off in the countryside with evenings spend in pubs where the fire crackeled in the fireplaces and fish for the evening dinner was caught the morning. No tourist but us - just a few locals to entertain us with mad stories and sketches from the past and present. Irish gossip. The following days the weather improved and warm spring shine traveled with us along the roads.
And now... now am I back indoors, stock in an office. Giving up what you studied and worked in for years even for a while was harder then expected and the first days doom and gloom and even a bit tearful. But I know its for a limited period and it will help me along the path I am hoping to go. And I am also gaining an insight into the uptil now resisted corporate world.
So weird, the signing in and out, the swipecards, timeclocks, lack of flexibility - an office industry. The good points: free lunches and breakfast, lots of young people (I am counting myself in) to get to know and befriend and a pub just across the office, the seafront at the door and a lot of cheering on.
Still, I have to giggle (haha) about the different language: we are a great team, its all due to you, stick to the policies. And there is so much group pulling: social events you are suppose to take part at.
I am missing my down to earth and in its way honest construction industry and am not happy with having my wings clipped. They now the job is not the most exciting one and they try to keep us cheerful. Fair play. Well the next weeks will show and you never know I might absolutely love. Till then it will pay the bills and learn me (as the Irish say) new things.
So much has happened the last days that keeping track in words is not easy and not what I really like to with my now precious time off.
We took beautiful memories and photographs with us leaving the south and west coast after our short holiday stint. The Fastnet B&B in Baltimore is a little treasure with its authentic interior, a hearty, happy and welcoming owner, reasonable prices and one of the best Irish Breakfast I had sofar.
Baltimore - the last 8years I did not make back to this piece of the country where the big adventure started. The landscape gave me a wild welcome with the wind and seaspray hugging me and colours to delight any artists heart. We climbed the rocks and hills and rested on huge, empty , sandy, golden beaches. Water was to cold for swimming so. haha.
Believe it or not the Skypainter never has been there and he enjoyed the days off in the countryside with evenings spend in pubs where the fire crackeled in the fireplaces and fish for the evening dinner was caught the morning. No tourist but us - just a few locals to entertain us with mad stories and sketches from the past and present. Irish gossip. The following days the weather improved and warm spring shine traveled with us along the roads.
And now... now am I back indoors, stock in an office. Giving up what you studied and worked in for years even for a while was harder then expected and the first days doom and gloom and even a bit tearful. But I know its for a limited period and it will help me along the path I am hoping to go. And I am also gaining an insight into the uptil now resisted corporate world.
So weird, the signing in and out, the swipecards, timeclocks, lack of flexibility - an office industry. The good points: free lunches and breakfast, lots of young people (I am counting myself in) to get to know and befriend and a pub just across the office, the seafront at the door and a lot of cheering on.
Still, I have to giggle (haha) about the different language: we are a great team, its all due to you, stick to the policies. And there is so much group pulling: social events you are suppose to take part at.
I am missing my down to earth and in its way honest construction industry and am not happy with having my wings clipped. They now the job is not the most exciting one and they try to keep us cheerful. Fair play. Well the next weeks will show and you never know I might absolutely love. Till then it will pay the bills and learn me (as the Irish say) new things.
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