we lost two important teachers this summer:
Zorz Sarri, the writer, she wrote for the children, she raised lots of them, included me;
Tsolakis Christos, the teacher. They both were restless at work, determined to their goal.
With dignity and modesty and beauty.

Marcos Aurilios writes:
As if you are to leave from life this instant, this is the way to act each time
to speak and think.

and then he adds:
what does death mean; after you examine it separately and you set it apart from the things you have connected it with, you shall consider it nothing but the work of nature; whoever is afraid of nature's work, he is a child.

hello
from the desert of the forest
the yellow bird suspends 
the gift of the day of today
there is little one could do
to realise how fortunate this time is

just add:
the yellow sun
the bluest sky
the warmest earth
the little blossoms around the eye
the shadow
the water of the spring
and sea
running through one's own body
and the sound of mid-day
and the sound of mid-night





 

 

 

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as we speak

so many different things occur in life
 we have missed each other whilst being together
alive means to long for

trees turn green from black
and tears turn white and soft

 

my dear friend, Ritva, gave me this award
i thank her very much
and pass it on to

irma 
ibb
himalainen
minja 
leena 


thank you all, your blogs are dear and beautiful places to visit with my mind ! 
all the best

ps. if you wish, pass it on to five others and let them know you have done so.

it is sealed. 

 

this house has two parts, the one built before 1950 and the other sometime later, perhaps in 1965. It is not going to live for much longer. I paid my visit and met the son of the builder. The oldest part of the house was made out of bricks that he created, moved to the site (with his sons) and put in place. The upper part was for the family. The other for the animals and the harvest. It reminded me of a castle and then i found out that it was built in a quite similar way!