reading

As I began

to speak to the wind …

and then

got an answer

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Beforehand

I have the feeling that wolves are calling and are very close to you and that winter time is approaching, so that maybe snow will fall. You may have dreamed of the jungle once in your life. Wisdom that slept right under the tree in which you have slept for so long, dug under the roots, laid in a volcanic stone, awakened sleep under the clear night sky and the lights of the stars, the dream spoke of the goose that you in told who called you. I'll show you the way from where you came from a long time ago. Maybe you free that type of fantasy. Maybe your inner strengths will come home. Women rise from the deepest point of their moments. And in their deepest moments, they dream about it.

My son had his own little boat called Gipsy. One summer day, the boat overturned due to a sudden thunderstorm. Our friend and the two children were driven to one bank and the other, and the boat was hanging in the reeds. The sunny day turned into a black night, the boys ran ashore through rain and thunder calling for help, and Arne took the car and spun around, and then all three were at my door at the same time. I was really happy to see her. The next day they took the boat back and Julian was standing in the mud when he felt something under his foot ... it was a small ringing silver ball on a ribbon, it had incorporated the small world map. I connect the two events. How the son begins life with the same will. But he doesn't run like me. He is sensible, empathetic, intelligent, but selfish, strong-willed, currently unable to combine his talent with a goal, and leaves school, open to "friends" and all private events. It is easier for people with a straight path and only forward to go on the gray road with few problems. In fact, that I told him that people who do their jobs easily, even when underpaid, still dream big, but he's floating in his clouds. I raised him alone.

Now he wants to have a family. He's alone, he said, it's my fault. He doesn't contact me often, rather rarely. But he's on his way and we have a common ground, I'm sure.

I remember most of my dreams. The dream men speak with magic, speak cleverly to me. The dreams in which people talk to me give me strength. All questions can be answered. There are people who come to it very differently. I remember my son and I waking up one morning and standing in front of us sharing the same dream from the night. This is the kind of empathy I know when someone is talented at dreaming and clear-minded. Remembering dreams is good to be used after a traumatic experience and then writing everything down to heal - but in most cases figuring out what to dream is not so important. I say your inner world is real and intact, but you have the ability to use dreams which actually makes you a really amazing person.

The following topics that make us smarter on closer inspection: health, ancestors, vision, relation, psychology, our own grief work

The Chinese of Pain - The path of the medicin is his little doctor, beginning with the birth

History of the Pencil - A memory does not lose anything, the constantly open book

About the villages - farmers, beekeepers, orchards, horse lovers No homecoming - one in the ice, with no hope of returning

I like the way good painters show intimate honesty. Paintings have deep inner meanings that I feel very strongly. For every artist, painting is a hiding place in soft worlds and in childhood. Then it's okay to draw a lot of sex and violence, so you have your imagination and I'm sure you've experienced and learned it, I tell myself. Fantasies about movies, art, and books may not match reality, but they are the roughest forms of reflecting one's experiences. I love honesty. I pay attention to the longing for sexuality, for example I pay attention to something that is recognizable or disturbed by fears, since I see that free thinking and fantasizing about most things should be a condition as long as one stands for something, but not in can implement reality and it does not hurt anyone.

Some people consider fantasies a crime. I understand that sex with the partner means a pretty nice game that showed the different grip and desires, certainly fair and careful for the other, also free to decide. I didn't expect to make rules for him and for myself and act from points one to ten. In my way, I obviously love too much ... and keep the way of laughing at situations ... exploding from time to time. Every artist works with imagination and humor so you have to think freely and share sexuality!

And I think it's sometimes important to say something friendly and uncritical before I go too far. I have to appear to explain my views. Someone who can be trusted has something honest and pure for me that amazes me. When we get to a certain point, we know where we are. I ran all my life because I had in mind that in all the traumatic situations I went through someone had stolen my inner colors, my childhood, my secrets ... that's why I ran in time, got the seen countries and as many people and real faces as possible to know that one day I will come back into life and let my insides out to paint again! I am a believer in love, soul seeker, based in Germany and I am close to water like fish, scorpions and cancer.

Mister "Rodrigo Sanchez", who pulls the fur down my back, has forgotten one thing: that you can never hide from your feelings, that I will always speak of the truth, that he likes to keep making cheap films, just because of the actors of appearance, imposing texts and recipes for pasta dishes, so that the wording doesn't make sense to him, that he is simply changing his own childhood, selling lies as truth, then making money with it, and caricatured for the general public as always whose children's drawings remained.

But we northern types need a long life to understand that. The south does not want total proximity. They don't want deep understanding. You don't need the shame of others. They want to die alone and proud of themselves insisting. They just want to be seen authentically. That is all that is meant by southern melancholy. How we know our northern alcoholic beverages. Or the East wants to call everything Buddha. It is a school of life that we learn from one another. Our systems are invented in such a way that we should feel that they cannot be forced or changed, but just go on. In fact, the less imagination that people produce in their minds makes them vulnerable to the illusions of others. This material thought was widespread in our childhood.

You have to be defiant enough to be alive and to survive every second. Who can stand true human closeness and claim that being together is more than just touching the sky and indulging in a dream?

I admire all artists who perceive their surroundings with a keen eye. They go out among people and communicate with their pictures and let everyone participate in the communication, whether in the crowd, whether spontaneous recordings or maybe to record a very special, melancholy and soulful mood in black and white. This type of art shows the human side of our society and the beauty in the details, even the initiative that people show to encourage one another.

I invented a new way of expression - to address such natural phenomena. It's like a game and takes language out of the weight. That's how I dream. That's how I paint. It's about visualizing spontaneous, natural or psychological moments. Where the term "moment of the moment" can have an eternal aspect, it can refer to general phenomena. My readers say that my conceptual combinations and the rhythm of my language have a great poetic power that is supposed to stimulate and trigger inspiring associations and connotations in the reader. So I keep doing it. Among many other books I offer an autobiography and a small book about my kitchen and the art of baking. The book about my childhood and that of my son describes my path to childhood. I think these words. I see a streak of light in front of me. On closer inspection, it has the shape of a comet. The brightest end, the head, is childhood and growing up.

My neighbors drive a green moped with a green helmet and green jacket and have richly decorated their windows. But they only celebrate in their apartment and never invite anyone over, even if someone came in a green car and wished them a nice Advent party with a green bouquet, then they ignored me and when they stand ten centimeters in front of me. Maybe I'll go this Christmas and just invite myself to that place and wish them a Merry Christmas.

It is never the citizens of the various nations alone who all want their government and the order of a state away. No, it is the rulers who no longer work for their good!

When wishes still helped

So the lynx writes the sentence down. He looks at his notes in front of him, the cup with the coffee in his both hands and ponders out the window, thinking about friends who live far away. He can just watch the morning sun as it lays its first rays between the trees on his garden, the sight falls on overturned chairs, in the background a small fireplace, and to the side of the house the wooden hut with a bit of junk. He watches the first crows wake up like him, and he thinks it's good as time goes by here. Gives its time and follows the animal itself, just as every day goes by and begins with the fact that he watches the dew still hanging in the grass and the fog clears over his meadow with the power of the first rays of sunshine.

The lynx is an adapted, cozy companion who prefers to listen to the sounds of nature than to join the chatter of all those in the big cities. He spends his life writing books and is inspired by the sound of nature, the wind between the trees, the rustling in the grass, the water on the nearby west coast a little north of Stockholm. And every now and then he throws potatoes on the grill and sits behind his house, glad that it might take a while before the winter snow approaches and the paths are no longer as easy to walk, but still possible to enjoy, to have nature all around.

However, he knows from the badger, not far away, that also lives lonely and only has two dogs to talk to. His neighbor had just retired after a long and busy life as a primary school teacher in a town in the western province somewhere in southern Sweden. He still lives freshly in solitude. So the lynx decides to pay him a visit.

He thinks that a long conversation and a little variety can do his writing quite well, and he is sure that the old teacher has some good stories to tell about the history of the country and how he treated his children.

So he trudges along the narrow path under the fir trees and walks quietly for a while, only listening to the steps, his hands in his trouser pockets. Autumn is still spoiled by beautiful long-wave sun, and for better or worse you have to gradually adjust to the dark season again, come what may. The path leads him past a flat area, extensive without trees, but beautiful, changeable ribs of herb bushes and meadow with small flowers and small gullies in them. For him a caressing sight that invigorates his breath, to wander again through nature, he thinks, adaptation to it keeps him young.

The inner world of the outer world of the inner world that's what he calls his home. He hasn't even married because he lives by the principle, “Let your partner breathe!” But how well he knew that men are different, and women too. When the situation can be difficult, that there is still something to say between the two, that certain third world between, as if two children might meet. So the lynx thought, why rush things then?

But maybe, he admits, it is the goalie's fear at the penalty kick. For his terms, too much can go wrong with other people if the partners leave each other again in an argument. For him they are small attempts which actually apply to all people across countries, but they are hardly noticeable when the couples crawl into their own little world and also only live in their group within their four walls without letting anyone else take a look inside. They simply lack too much education, as women should go into politics instead of just serving their masters in their appearance like a wrapped candy and only having children.

Table of contents

Beforehand

When wishes still helped