Wetter: grau, diesig und regnerisch
Stimmung:
Getränk:
Heute bin ich schon wieder mit dieser fiesen Übelkeit aufgewacht. Das war so gegen 6 und ich hab mich nochmal rumgedreht um erst seeeeehr viel später wieder aufzustehen.
Jetzt sitz ich hier mit meinem Kaffee und mir ist immer noch schlecht.
This gastrointestinal Mist has absolutely tenacious. Dry bread, crackers and soup, I really can barely see - now we try it with delicious dry pasta. Other than that I
is "different secular" had a huge knowledge that tells me why I carried so many lives through it and also had "home" a specific pattern of me. This took me quite brought to tears and still does not help the realization much. But it's there, yes schonmal is the first step.
same time, I am also very motivated and always cheerful - even living off of the beautiful days with our wonderful visit and the beautiful certainty, a very old and very, very wiederzuhaben dear friend. And I also think the whole "work" and the many speeches on these days is to a large extent responsible for this whole ... hm ...." otherwise mundane processes. But hey, I've even wished me to develop spiritually ever - that also belongs to it. It deafened
powerful at the door and there will be someone painted - but I can not see who that is. But time will image. The documents of the
Orders of Bards, and Druids Ovates wait on me. I am the bard rate since December and have seen the days that I'm so not so alone.
The introductory package I got a while ago and it has much angestubst memories. I had long quarreled with me - one way I wanted for a long time very important and I also know that an awful lot hidden ancient knowledge will again dig within me. On the other hand, was of course the financial aspect. The good people are against me but come a lot and I am very happy that I could fulfill this wish now.
I still wait for the right time for the "initiation" with which I would like to start the course. I think that's very, very soon so be against or Imbolc, because I can equal or pick up a boost from Bride.
Sooo ... and now I must go down to overcome my car. After getting the accident before Christmas es morgen endlich eine neue Heckklappe und der Rest wird gerichtet.
Aber hier noch ein Gedicht, das ich wunderschön finde.
Air and Angels
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name ;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame
Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be.
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing did I see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is
Love must not be, but take a body too ;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid Love ask, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught ;
Thy every hair for love to work upon
Is much too much ; some fitter must be sought ;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere ;
Then as an angel face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere ;
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air's and angels' purity,
'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be.
John Donne
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name ;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame
Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be.
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing did I see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is
Love must not be, but take a body too ;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid Love ask, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught ;
Thy every hair for love to work upon
Is much too much ; some fitter must be sought ;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere ;
Then as an angel face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere ;
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air's and angels' purity,
'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be.
John Donne
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