Mein Herz brennt
Er kommt zu Euch in der Nacht
ein Dämon, Geist, blonder Clown
Sein Superego geilt nach Macht
und seine Worte sind ein Grauen
Mein Herz brennt!
This title of Rammstein describes the mood I'm in since I woke up this morning with the shocking news about the new president of the USA. It was a kind of flashback; remembering waking up in Berlin 36 years ago when Ronald Reagan, a former actor, was elected. Like today, also a sad day in history! Now it's the turn to Donald Trump, the man who promised to 'make America great again'. I'm curious what he will do first, building a wall along the Mexican border, stop the US payments for climate change, deporting millions of immigrants or reducing the tax for the richest people?
To get my mind off, I visted this chapel this afternoon. I had plans for almost two weeks to photograph this chapel which is surrounded by beautiful autumn trees but due to a lack of time I only enjoyed the colours on my tours with Wanda. Today, during the rain it was wonderful to be there alone with burning candles inside and the written words 'Let us pray'!
Again a year passed by and looking back, 2013 was a great year with a lot of nice encounters and new friendships.
2013 was also a very busy year and I worked hard to realize parts of my dream. I 'm very thankful for all the new opportunities and the beautiful things in life.
For my beloved soultreasures I burned some candles in my favourite chapel and surrounded by quietness I enjoyed the moment of awareness.
I wish you all a lovely & peaceful Christmas and the very best for 2014! Enjoy life, cherish your beloved ones and do not put off your dreams!
Merry Christmas - Prettige kerstdagen - Frohe Weihnachten - I will be back in 2014.
Actually I planned to publish something else today until the news reached me that a colleague passed away in a terrible accident. One second on the wrong place and her life was over. My special thoughts go out to her family; especially to her children.
Last week I visited ‘my’ chapel to enjoy the silence and to light some candles for my soul-treasures. In a few days I will return to this chapel and burn a candle for her and hope that she will become a guardian angel for her children!
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky
but rather openings where our loved ones shine down
to let us know they are happy
††† 22-06-2012 RIP Angelique †††
When I was a little girl (10 or 11 years old), I regularly visited an old church in Berlin as they organized a lot for children. The stories told in combination with the atmosphere of the building fascinated me and that fascination never disappeared. In the southern part of the Netherlands (where I live now), in the late Middle Ages a lot of small chapels are built which survived the wars. Yesterday, when the light was beautiful and the oaks leaves were red I had no camera with me so this morning I came back. The chapel is very small but it’s a treasure as the quietness and feeling of love for all the lost people captured me…. I felt the connection between life and the meaning of life! What a beautiful day!
Imagine: sitting here and listening to Birdy's 'Skinny Love'. Poetry for lost love & people.
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.