YES, WE CAN TALK
Having loved enough and lost enough,
I’m no longer searching
just opening,
no longer trying to make sense of pain
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.
These are the irritations
that rub into a pearl.
So we can talk for a while
but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen to the sea.
And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions
down and water every living seed.
And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone. But seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it’s a door
into the endless breath
that has no breather,
into the surf that human
shells call God(dess)
~ Mark Nepo

Weer een kruidenmiddag in Arcen

Deze projekt-zevenblad samenkomst begon met een wandeling door de tuin van Jeanne. We plukten allerlei maar er was ook al groente gekocht en met z'n allen maakten we daarvan een kruidenbouillonpasta. Gemengd met zeezout gaat het fermenteren en is daardoor houdbaar. We had a lovely afternoon in...again, Arcen. Love that little village............ We made a bouillon paste from lots of different veggies and wild weeds. With Celtic salt its going to ferment and its useble for monts. Sorry for my English..........

De tuin is zo mooi, ik zou daar wel een tentje willen opslaan om in te wonen, hier zie je de salie.  This is such a lovely garden. Wish i could live there ..........

en hier..........misschien was ik wel die enige die de verfplanten zag............   But not only vegetables and flowers, also dyeplants.........

Earth Matters.............

The coat was given, she was happy with it. We had long talks and a lovely dinner. Then i visited today Earth Matters, a very interesting and beautiful exposition. I met new friends and old friends and enjoyed the wonderful works of India Flint. She was there,  beautiful as always.......... I want everybody to see this expo.......

Its so 

important for people to see there are artists that work with natural fibers, organic ingredients. This show gave me hope. Because i saw how hard people work to make a better world. The bad guys "as i call them" scream so hard, but these artists make beauty,  very quietly. And beauty lasts longer then screams. Dont you think?

Avalon trough the elements............

Eigenlijk zou ik nu wel een blogje willen schrijven over mijn reis; Avalon trough the elements, voordat dat magische gevoel oplost. Maar ik heb geen tijd, daarom maar een foto. De afgelopen weken heb ik hard gewerkt aan een jas voor een inwijding die over enkele dagen af moet zijn. Ik kan jammer genoeg nog geen foto's laten zien maar dat komt nog wel. De foto die je hierboven ziet geeft heel goed de sfeer weer waarin ik me bevond. Steeds dat gevoel tussen heden en verleden, anders kan ik het niet uitdrukken.
Avalon trough the elements our trip was called and i would like to write about it before that magic feeling slips away but alas.  In two days i must bring in the coat i made for that beautiful Priestess of Avalon to be, before she flies back to England, to London where luckily she wasnt when that terror happened yesterday.
See the photo........its how i felt that week and sometimes still do. Between now and then...............feeling very strange these days.........