zondag 24 mei 2009
Last sunday we bought a second-hand bike for Pelle. And to my suprise and great delight he started to ride without any problems. I'm so proud of him.
I so love to bike myself. It gives me such a sense of freedom. Not being encaged in an iron machine, but feeing the wind in your hair, the subtle changes in the road, the cold air in your nose or the sun on your skin. Your own body in motion. Being able to go everywhere with no restraints. Floating along. I love that. So I use my bike every day.
And for Pelle it means he can expand his world. And of course the sheer joy of peddeling along. Go boy, go!
dinsdag 19 mei 2009
The track was only 1,5 km. long, but so very versatile! Blooming meadows, heather, a fen, pines and juniper-berries, gravehills from the bronze age, it all was there. And now the green colours are overwhelming.
zondag 17 mei 2009
What a nice suprise to see it turned into a garment.
Wishing you had a fruitful weekend as well,
maandag 11 mei 2009
It was wrapped in matching paper.
I really love it when he makes me something. Creativity and tenderness combined in something unique.
I love my men!
dinsdag 5 mei 2009
The plan was: having a relaxing vacation in Gran Canaria, with husband, son and mother. We started off all right, arriving in our appartment and starting to discover the island.
The Columbus museum in Las Palmas was enchanting.
But then my dear mother stumbled on a wooden decking on the beach and broke her leg and wrist. So I spend the next 2 1/2 weeks visiting her in the hospital while Mark and Pelle had to leave on the original return date. We had to wait, and wait, and wait till everything was arranged for the flight home.
We flew to Spain and England last sunday by a special ambulance plane and finaly arrived in Rotterdam in the evening. From there an ambulance brought us up North. Now she can recover and I am home again.
Mark brough a book along, about Zen and happiness and I tried to apply the Buddhist lessons. Living each day to the fullest and accepting life as it comes your way. And I really think I made the most of the days, in hospital, supporting her, and alone, in the appartment. I took up meditation again and read a wonderfull book "The shadows of the Wind", which deserves a special review later this week.
And I suddenly realised that my dear mum is not immortal. I really grieved when I realised that. Fortunately, she will recover, I'm sure, and we can be together as a small family, for some time. Precious time. I hope we're granted lots of that.