Life in the light

Life
amazingly fragile
beautiful
like a spider’s web
sun drops on the threads
thousands of drops
colourful glittering
some short moments
it stays with us
but the memories
shine
with gold

Oh, you sacred everyday…

I like ‘everydays’ teh best, from I was a child. On Sundays we were not allowed to use scissors…and me and my paper dolls..!!.I loved creating new dresses and then I needed to cut them out….! or make embroidery or knit….. And not at all use the sowing machine!…so all the wonderful pieces of left over fabric from my Mom’s…… Sundays started at 6 pm with ‘the children’s hour’ in the radio. Indoor activity on Sundays was reading and drawing. As long as ‘the Minister was on the pulpit’…. If it was not a ‘Church going’ Sunday, we sat in ‘the nice sitting room’ and listened to the Radio service at 11 am.  It felt nearly as in church, and in my imagination I saw the rose painted ceiling and the altar picture of the ‘I am the resurrection and the life’ painting….Some whiles my Dad played the organ for us. As a heritage from my early days I got the tones, and they have followed me till now. When I walk, melodies are sounding in my head and my steps goes to the rhythm of the melody….. Christmas carols suits every kind of weather, any time of the year… they are not limited to a certain time… they are timeless…. 

Find your tones
Link them together
to a melody
Then wander out
into the day
following the rhytm
of the song
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Light over land

A cold, e really grey cold winter’s day

List of wants in January…….
Happy children and grandchildren
and their children again
joys in the Daily day life
sunrise
light days
warm summer rain
joys of early Spring
view fro high mountains
that are easy to climb
What else?

Whom are we?

Some times I am lost in thoughts. When I change the calendar they are deeper… What has made me into the person I am… otherways than the outlook? The genes are my heritage from forefathers and -mothers, and they have made me a tine the  lopsided body, the left ear a little lower than the right one, and a blue sight on life. My ponderings go more into what and whom have formed our inner self. What gave us strength and weakness, will of determination and discouragement… What lit us into deeds and what bent us down? From where came the colours within us and the wish and need to create…

All happenings
from the moment
we opened our eyes
all the writings
all the happy moments
all our meetings with
fellow sisters
and brothers
all dewy mornings
and shimmering
sunsetss…
here we stand
on the bridge
carrying
our whole life…
What do we bring
over the bridge
into the future
I wonder… 

The gate to the new year

Here they are lying before you all the colours
we may choose the one we wish
for every single day
If the day is grey
there are happy colours
on the palette
If the day is sad
pick sunny colours 
If the day is filled with laughter
you might not need
only black and white
Every day we might be given
eis a new wheft
in the tapestry that is your life…