Hallo lieber Gast

willkommen in den klaren Weiten im Norden Deutschlands, begleite mich auf meinen Pfaden durch die Natur, Ausflügen und Reisen, auf der Suche nach Ruhe und Anregung. Entdecke mit mir Linien und Freiräumen, die die Perspektiven, die Vielfalt der Farben und Formen dieser Welt und unserer Natur uns bieten und genieße Momente der Nachdenklichkeit, Poesie und philosophischen Worte großer Dichter und Denker, manchmal auch meine eigenen lyrischen Texte dazu.

Schön, dass Du Dir die Zeit genommen hast - wunderbar, Dich hier zur wissen!

" Ich muss mich ganz im Stillen mit meiner Außenwelt reiben,. sonst werde ich untauglich für die Welt."

- Paula Modersohn-Becker

My North - A March Glee

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A March Glee

I hear the wild geese honking
From out the misty night,—
A sound of moving armies
On-sweeping in their might;
The river ice is drifting
Beneath their northward flight.

I hear the bluebird plaintive
From out the morning sky,
Or see his wings a-twinkle
That with the azure vie;
No other bird more welcome,
No more prophetic cry.

I hear the sparrow's ditty
Anear my study door;
A simple song of gladness
That winter days are o'er
My heart is singing with him,
I love him more and more.

I hear the starling fluting
His liquid "O-ka-lee;"
I hear the downy drumming,
His vernal reveillé;
From out the maple orchard
The nuthatch calls to me.

Oh, spring is surely coming.
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.

Southern Corners - Fuerteventura

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Feelings are much like waves. We can't stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf.

Jonatan Martesson


Fuerteventura is a well-known paradise for surfers with a good wind, deep blue sea, and endless white beaches. Sure, we all must #stayathome but dreaming is allowed, isn't it!!!






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Der Garten erwacht

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Frühling übers Jahr

Das Beet, schon lockert
Sich's in die Höh',
Da wanken Glöckchen
So weiß wie Schnee;
Safran entfaltet
Gewalt'ge Glut,
Smaragden keimt es
und keimt wie Blut.

Primeln stolzieren
So naseweis,
Schalkhafte Veilchen,
Versteckt mit Fleiß;
Was auch noch alles
Da regt und webt,
Genug, der Frühling
Er wirkt und lebt.

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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1749 - 1832


Blitzeblauer Märzhimmel und strahlender Sonnenschein wollen genossen werden, um all dem Unbill, wie Coronavirus, Hochwasser etc. um uns herum etwas äußerst kräftig Positives entgegenzusetzen. So wünsche ich euch allen, dass ihr dieses Märzwochenende genießen könnt.
Achtet auf euch und seid aufs Herzlichste gegrüßt von


isabella 




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Sheep at Sylt - My North

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Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamed she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still a-fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them!

It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
Unto a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
That each tail should be properly placed.


- Unknown 



All photos are taken during a wonderful break at the lovely island Sylt, North Germany close to Denmark in March 2018. Everywhere on the island the sheep run free and it's so beautiful to watch them living in this natural way.





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