So I will try to save energy and live more environmentally concious. A n d I will try to live in a more s i m p l e way. I want to declutter my kitchen, my studio, my life. With many things, everything is so complicated. A simple activity can be a chore...
Everytime I spend some days in a holiday home, I enjoy the minimalist equipment. Couldn't I achieve that at home, too?
All things are done. Now it is time to relax, to think back and make plans for the coming year.
And I remember one of the most beautiful Christmas poems by Hermann Hesse:
In Weihnachtszeitenby Hermann Hesse (1877-1962)
In Weihnachtszeiten reis' ich gern
Und bin dem Kinderjubel fern
Und geh' in Wald und Schnee allein.
Und manchmal, doch nicht jedes Jahr,
Trifft meine gute Stunde ein,
Daß ich von allem, was da war,
Auf einen Augenblick gesunde
Und irgendwo im Wald für eine Stunde
Der Kindheit Duft erfühle tief im Sinn
Und wieder Knabe bin...
At Christmas Time
At Christmas time I travel far
And go away from children's playing
And go through wood and snow alone,
And sometimes, tho' not every year
I find a happy hour again
And from the many things I know
Then for a moment I am healed
And somewhere in the woods,
But for an hour
I feel an ancient breath that cools my soul
And I'm a child again.
We have moved into a new home. We left the suburbs and arrived at the countryside. Life is much easier here; at least I f e e l that it is, and that's the important thing. Only some steps away the quiet woods. fresh air, dark, silent nights. Nice neighbours, a stack of fire wood beside the front door, a wood stove, candle light. What more shall I wish?
I like dried strawberries in my muesli, and for a long time, I have been thinking about making them at home. - I bought 300 g frozen strawberries, let them thaw a bit and then cut them into small segments. I laid them on baking paper on a baking tray and let them dry in the oven (convection - "Umluft", 50° C ) for about 3 hours.
The result was relatively pleasing; something like strawberry chips, although I got only 17 (!) grams out of the 300 grams of the frozen strawberries.
Next time, I will dry apples together with strawberries, so I will save energy and make the most of that drying experiment.
To get an idea of what I'm writing about, you can go here.
This is an ancient tradition in Bavaria and many Alpine regions: young men (nowadays women, too) dress up as scary, creepy monsters with heavy, wooden masks. They are called "Perchtn" or "Perchten" and go from house to house, from farm to farm. They dance old dances, tell stories and sayings while they go and make an unbelievable noise with their drums, rattles and (cow) bells. This should chase away evil spirits from house and home. Every mask symbolizes a different character: the main is the "Percht" or "Berchta" who goes from house to house with her huge crowd of other characters. This happenes during the months of December and January
The "Percht" is - according to ethnic study reseachers -a pagan goddess, related to an unknown celtic goddess, maybe related to the famous "Frau Holle" ("Mother Hulda ).
The Percht punishes laziness but rewards dilligence and helpfulness. She expects that housework is at standstill between the 23rd of December and the 6th of January...
I got an award from Sukipoet; thank you so much!
This award is given for recognition of cultural, ethical, literary and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing. (I got it for my artwork).
And these are the rules:
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As this award is actually for writing, I will pass it on to
Britt-Arnhild for her wonderful essays and stories about life.