Licht

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Die Seele ist das Licht des Körpers, und die Weisheit ist das Licht der Seele.

Mosche Ibn Latif, 1060 - 1137, Granada

 

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Rilke und ein Sonnenuntergang im Moor

 

Der Abend ist mein Buch

Der Abend ist mein Buch. Ihm prangen

die Deckel purpurn in Damast;

ich löse seine goldnen Spangen

mit kühlen Händen, ohne Hast.

Und lese seine erste Seite,

beglückt durch den vertrauten Ton, –

und lese leiser seine zweite,

und seine dritte träum ich schon.

Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 - 1926

Skywatch Friday - Image-in-Ing - My Corner of the World  - Himmelsblick

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es gibt Momente

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es gibt Momente und Tage
da ist Einsamkeit
Labsal für die Seele.... 

 - Karl Miziolek 

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my north - light though

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Das Leben, das Ende und den Tag, lobt erst der Abend.

- Francesco Petrarca 

Skywatch Friday - My Corner of the World - Our World Tuesday - Himmelsblick 

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My North - A light exist in Spring

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A Light exists in Spring

Not present on the Year

At any other period –

When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad

On Solitary Fields

That Science cannot overtake

But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,

It shows the furthest Tree

Upon the furthest Slope you know

It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step

Or Noons report away

Without the Formula of sound

It passes and we stay –

A quality of loss

Affecting our Content

As Trade had suddenly encroached

Upon a Sacrament.

Emily Dickinson 

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another world

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There is another world,

but it is in this one. 

William Butler Yeats

My Sunday Photo - she spins gray thrums

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Gray Thrums

Which is the cosiest voice,

The piping droning noise

When the kettle hums,

Or this little old-fashioned wheel

Spinning gray thrums?

Gray thrums! What wheel, you ask,

Turns at such pleasant task

With a soft whirr?

Why, the one in pussy's throat

That makes her purr.

Listen the rippling sound,

And think how round and round

The spindle goes,

As the drowsy thread she spins

Drowsily grows.

What will she do with it

When it is finished? Knit

Some mittens new?

Or shuttle it, and weave cloth

As weavers do?

A funny idea that,

A spinning wheel in a cat!

Yet how it hums!

Our puss is gray, so of course

She spins gray thrums.

Clara Doty Bates, 1835 - 1895

Happy Birthday Xenia !! 

 today we celebrate the 13th Birthday of our loveliest spinner ever. 

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My Sunday Photo - Today

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We cannot express the light in nature because we have not the sun. 

We can only express the light we have in ourselves. 

- Arthur Dove

Today Spring arrived at us, sunny and warm weather
and crocuses everywhere - isn't life beautiful !!

Wish you all a lovely March. 

xx, isabella

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january pastels, 7

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When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself. 

- Tecumseh




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head in the clouds

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It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise. 

~ Henry David Thoreau

SkyWatchFriday - MySundayPhoto

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Take Time

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Take time during the rush of the holidays to enjoy the things in life that really matter. Take in the serene moments spent with friends and loved ones, and may the wonder of Christmas surround you throughout the holiday season.

A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. 

Cordially yours,

isabella 

image-in-ing - our world tuesday - wordless wednesday 

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touched by heart

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“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen

or even touched, they must be felt with the heart.”

- Helen Keller

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Star Taler - 2

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Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Welcome February !!

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Februar

Auf der Spur der strengen Schönen 

Schreitet Februar einher, 

Sanfter, milder von Gebärden, 

Ohne Winterschutz und Wehr. 

Ihre schönen, ernsten Augen, 

Die voll Sehnsucht vorwärts schau'n, 

Seh'n schon hinter Regenwolken 

Ahnungsvoll den Himmel blau'n. 

Horch, am Boden leises Regen! 

Unter ihrem nackten Fuß 

Sprießt Schneeglöckchen aus der Erde, 

Frühlings erster Botengruß. – 

Wenn im bunten Fastnachtstrubel, 

Du die Gegenwart vergißt, 

Wisse, daß Natur da draußen 

Unentwegt am Werke ist. 

Doch die hohe Frau im Schleier, 

Die den Frühling herbestellt, 

Räumt bescheiden ihrer Schwester 

Vor der Zeit das Arbeitsfeld.

Hela Sanders, eigentlich Helene Krüger, 1879 - 1952 deutsche Dichterin

Quelle: »Goldene Garben. Ein Brevier für Frauen und Jungfrauen», 1907

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

William C. Bryant

Floral Friday - Friday Finds - Textures Tuesday 

innocence

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Christmas is the keeping-place for memories of our innocence.”

- Joan Mills

Take time during the rush of the holidays to enjoy the things in life that really matter. Relish the quiet moments spent with friends and loved ones. May the wonder of Christmas surround you throughout the season. Have a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year! 

cordially yours

 isabella

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the true mystery

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“The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.”

― Oscar Wilde

 I heart Macro - Macro Monday 

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Augurisch

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Augurisch
 
Es gibt erlösende Momente
und wieder solche, die es nicht sind -
(nenn sie verbösende Momente,
wenn nomina dir von Gewicht sind).

Wie häufig, daß ein Wunsch uns brennt,
es möchte dies und das geschehn!
Doch das erlösende Moment
bleibt in der Ferne stehn.

Christian Morgenstern

I heart Macro - Macro Monday 2

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in the woods always dwells a magic

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, 

and that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

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simplicity

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"Nature" is what we see —

The Hill — the Afternoon —

Squirrel — Eclipse — the Bumble bee—

Nay — Nature is Heaven—

Nature is what we hear—

The Bobolink — the Sea—

Thunder—the Cricket—

Nay — Nature is Harmony—

Nature is what we know—

Yet have no art to say —

So important our Wisdom is

To her Simplicity.

Emily Dickinson 

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mein Norden - es ist nur Liebe

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Die Glückliche

Der Sommer glüht im Purpur der Granaten,

Und auch die kleinsten Blümchen schimmern golden,

Und wenn der Abend weht in grünen Saaten,

Wird alles sanft der gleiche Schein vergolden;

So kann auch Einen Sinn nur fühlend raten,

Die Seele in des Freundes Wort, dem holden.

Ein Sinn, der, wie die Worte schweben, bliebe:

Was ihr klagt oder scherzt, es ist nur Liebe.

Friedrich von Schlegel 

our world tuesday. - skywatch friday 

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