*flowers from the other side

In July I painted this last painting for my mother. It’s done in oil. I haven’t touched a brush since. It was one of the very last things she had around her until she passed away. Seeing it brings up a whole range of emotions, and sometimes I even think I may never be able to pick up a brush and paint again. But I guess that’s just how the mind works sometimes – it's not always our best mentor.

Because today would have been her birthday, I'd like to share one more of her poems:

Der Traumzeit

frisch entschlüpft

dasitzend

bei einer Tasse Tee

schön langsam

zu mir

kommend

mein Blick

nach innen gekehrt

die Augen

zum Fenster starrend

Schneeflocken treiben

das letzte Blatt

des Baumes

winkt mir zu

bringt mich hin

zum ersten Schritt

des Tages.

~

Freshly emerged

from dreamtime

sitting

over a cup of tea

nice and slow

coming to myself

my gaze

turned inwards

my eyes

staring at the window

snowflakes drifting

the last leaf

on the tree

beckons to me

brings me

to the first step

of the day

Hopefully you can enjoy a calm and pleasant first Advent, lighting a candle and feeling lots of gratitude in your heart.

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*life lately

More things have been happening, and I still feel overwhelmed and physically affected, but I try to go further and do what I can, what choice do I have? I’ve been quiet here for the reasons mentioned, and also because one of my films that I sent in for development has been lost again. It happens once in a while, and if I’m lucky, it turns up again after a few weeks. Let's see! 

I’m slowly getting ready for Advent. I made a simple wreath and poured some beeswax candles, collected pine cones to make fire starters, continued working on a few needlework projects, and have been busy keeping the fires in the stoves going – we’ve already had several nights at seven degrees below zero. I can’t believe this year is already coming to an end. Tomorrow would have been my mother's birthday. I don't know yet how I will spend that day. Hopefully I can be a little out in nature.

A little miracle happened, too. Our persimmon tree has its first two fruits, and I only discovered them after all the foliage had fallen. Even though I checked repeatedly throughout the year, I could never find any, so I was really excited when I finally spotted them.

I hope you enjoy the coming Advent season, and that everything is going well for you!

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*Golden autumn triangle scarf

Ever since finishing my "Wintry triangle scarf" in January, I’d been wanting to make another one – this time using softer wool and different shades. I ended up choosing a color palette inspired by the exceptional golden autumn we had! I love how it turned out and really enjoyed taking it out to my little beloved oak forest. It was quite chilly despite the sunshine, but wearing five layers kept me warm enough!

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*Moon, mist & a golden autumn scarf

{Music: Days from Before – Niall Byrne + 81 (Joanna Newsom Harp Cover) – Naomi SV + Cirrus – Leo Nocta + Perihelion – Max Richter + Moon's age – Oak Studios}

A new crochet project,

woven between golden autumn days,

another supermoon,

and a world of mist.

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*The wind threads through the golden sea of wild autumn grasses

The wind threads through the golden sea of wild autumn grasses,

the dark, heavy clouds sway across the sky.

Frost has stolen the vivid colors of the flowers,

while leaves swirl freely in the air.

Everything seems restless,

yet ready to settle,

to withdraw from summer’s grasp.

It’s the cyclical play of the changing seasons,

ancient, yet renewed with every turn.

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*Bandana scarf for Lotte

Finally, I can tell you for whom I made this new bandana scarf. I started it back in March for my dear friend Lotte, but never finished it at the time – life got in the way. I picked it up again and worked diligently on it from mid to late October, and just a few days ago it arrived safely in Belgium, in Lotte’s hands. When I first saw this soft lilac shade of wool, I immediately thought of her, so it was clear from the very beginning that it would be hers. It’s the fourth one I’ve made, and it definitely won’t be the last, I guess. :)

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