The Sundays in the park is looking slightly different…
The surreal feeling of time standing still.
The new togetherness makes me feel yet more alone.
No eye contact. No smiles to brighten your day.
And I wonder; what are we learning? What wisdom will be the outcome?
At least we are getting outside our doorsteps?
I feel old…
I feel scared.
For these monsters are starting to feel very real!
And I am LOST
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Death called her name
The Calling from the Forest, even louder
Sticks lying there, quietly on the ground.
No eyes. No mouths. No visible hearts. Yet speaking to her.
With her tender hands she brings them to her place
Giving them faces
Giving them words.
And they speak. The words of wisdom. The words of enlightment.
Her friends. Close to her heart.
Returning her gift.
Giving her life. Bringing her joy.
Tell me; who would not cry, letting go of such friends?
”The forest is my University and the sticks are uniquely inspiring teachers”
”My professional stick picking is my revolution against the law of Jante”
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”Life is a puppetry where the puppets think they have a free will”
Bernardo Nitashanta Bauder
”It takes a whole lifetime to learn how to live life.”
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When Wood meets Madness
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”I was born many years ago…..and the last 10 years….I live…..playing!”