to Leonard

We stood at the edge of the world together. You & I. You were ready to go. You held your hat in your hand. Your face solemn, at peace, ready to trade this world for the next. The night came on. It was very calm. I wanted the night to go on and on. But you said; go back, go back to the world.

I stood beside you. Silent. My heart felt a little broken, my soul a little shaken, as I thought of all that endless uncertainly that lay before me now. Our roads would part soon. You would finally be going home, while I would go my own way. Back to the world that lay waiting. Some of me wanted to turn to you & tell you of all the fear that was building inside of me.
‘I’m scared, you see’ is what I wanted to explain, ‘scared of what’s to come, scared to see what waits around the corner. Soon, when you leave this world for a better place, please let it truly be a better place. A place where people can still see the difference between right & wrong, a place where hate has no ground to grow its dark roots, where hope may be found in abundance. Find a tower of song to lay your head down & let the sisters of mercy soothe your soul. Because this world, this world where you have lived out the beautiful days of your life, this world might never be the same again. It seems to me that humanity took a blow this time from which we might not easily recover. Like it has all become unsteady now. Justice hanging in the balance & the scales ready to tip the other way’.

The wind, the wind was blowing, through the world the wind was blowing. You freedom soon would come. And you would move from the shadows, towards the skies above. ‘Which heaven will you go to?’ I wondered, ‘when all gates are opened before you, over which threshold will you step?’
There was so much & so little left to say. I thought of you & of me & all the wondrous stories told between us. Stories of a place near the river, where you could hear the boats go by. Stories of a captain whose ship had not been build, stories of a Gypsy’s wife lost in the night, loaded dice & rivers dark.
‘Your passing feels like yet another light turning off,’ I thought quietly, as silence grew deeper around & within us ‘while it seems apparent to me that we can’t effort anymore darkness to nest in our hearts & minds. It’s my birthday today. Or at least it was, until a few minutes ago. And during this special day, I was thinking how I lived this part of my quiet & joyous life with you at my side. Your music, your poetry ran through me like blood has run through my veins. You have been a friend, a silent guide & a great teacher. You were always there, as a silent companion, a soundtrack to accompany me as I travelled down a road filled with new beginnings, frightening farewells & unexpected challenges. You, your whispered words, your wandering mind have taken me by the hand, led me through the sunny days of my childhood, the darker days of adolescence & you are still here in this endless wondering that is my life. Preparing me for your departure with the same grace as you have prepared me for my life.’
There were a thousand things to say. A million thoughts to share. Because you are a gem. A once in a lifetime. A rare find. And now I feared there may be no more diamonds in the mine. But that is our burden to carry. Not yours. I looked at you, one last time I looked at you & knew it was only fair to let you go with a mind free of all that is to be.

You & me. At the end of the world. A moon larger than life. The night came on. It was very calm. I wanted the night to go on & on. But I went back, back to the world….

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I Found a Way

I found a way

I found a way

Words by : First Aid Kit; a Swedish Folk duo, consisting on two young sisters. Even though I only just discovered their music & I wasn’t initially all that sure what to think of the songs I heard, I must admit that their storytelling is thought-provoking & compelling. Their songs, which are influenced by both country & folk music, make me feel upbeat & captivated at the same time. If you wish to hear more of their music, make sure to listen to songs such as My Silver Lining, Emmylou & Walk Unafraid.

 

Alive Inside

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First post of the year. Of course I will start of wishing you all an amazing & beautiful New Year, filled with wonderful moments & incredible adventures. Thanks for finding your way back here!
And thanks for going on this new blog adventure with me. I had a great time blogging here last year & I’m really looking forward to share all sorts of new things with you in the year to come.

I haven’t really set myself the same goals as I did the previous two years, during which I  worked on the 365 days Playmobil Project, 2014 & A photo a day, 2015.
After two years of 365 day photo challenges, I felt I needed a little break from that weekly deadline (which I hardly ever made anyway:) Having said that, I certainly want to keep gently pushing myself & brighten up this blog with photos, drawings, ideas, music & recipes. And since I’m also an enthusiastic cook, I thought it would be nice to finally work on a few more recipe-blogs.
So, hopefully, that will all work out!

Today I thought I kick things off with something beautiful, inspiring, sad & touching I saw during the season holidays. It’s something which I desperately want to share with you. The documentary below, called ‘Alive Inside’ came out a while ago. It tells the story of people who suffer from Alzheimer’s disease or dementia & it show us how these ‘lost’ people are able to rediscover their sense of self through the power of music. A couple of years back, I saw a small part of this documentary somewhere on the internet & it touched me deeply to see the amazing effect something as ‘simple’ as music had on people who seemed too far gone ever to be reached again.
When I stumbled upon the full documentary on Netflix the other day, I watched it instantly. And a few days later, I watched it again. I don’t think I ever cried so much as I did watching the incredible story. It’s an eye opener, a slap in the face & an amazing story that concerns us all.
I could go into great detail about ‘Alive inside’, the story it tells & the feelings it stirred within me. But I wouldn’t be able to find the proper words & explain the essence of what the documentary shows. I think it’s much better to watch it for yourself. It’s sad, but so powerful & inspiring at the same time. If you are a music lover & a people lover, this documentary will be well worth your time.

I love music. My love for music runs deeper than I anything I could possible explain right here. It’s like my soul is made of it. It is a love that comes straight from within, like an instinctive need, like a force that always keeps me going. It lifts me up when I’m down, it opens my eyes, it makes my heart sing & my brain celebrate. I can’t image a life without music & the magical proportions of it. And so, I hope that one day, when I’m old, alone & lost, someone will show me mercy & give me back the wonderful gift of music.

The full documentary can be found on Netflix as well as on Youtube.
If you would like to find out more about the documentary, feel free to visit the official website.

Under African Skies

This song fills my heart with longing and a sweet sense of sadness, reminding me of who I am and where I once began.     But it’s the best kind of longing, not the heavy, crippling kind which used to follow me through all my days after leaving the African continent.

No, today I am merely grateful that I got to live through such an amazing childhood, filled with so much beauty & wonder.

Today I listen to Paul Simon’s song with happy tears in my eyes and think of my version of Africa, the version that will remain dear to me for the rest of my life.

Today I sit & listen to this sweet lullaby of time gone by and think about Nelson Mandela; his passing, the childhood hero he used to be and the privilege of spending my days under the same African skies as a man of his magnitude.

May you rest in peace, under African skies…

To feel like a song

“(Still A) Weirdo”

No I know I took for granted that things
Would always go the way I wanted oh
I was going to be a treetop
A sea, a boat, a rock of ages

I don’t always get it right
I’d see it in a different kind of light

Pay my lip service
Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but
Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years

I’d always thought it’s automatic
to grow into a soul less static
But here I am upon the same spot
Attempting to lift off into space

I don’t always get it right
But a thousand different ways
And I just might

Pay my lip service
Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but
Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years

Pay my lip service
Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but
Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years

Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years

After all these years

The Wrong Direction

As the train sets off in the right direction, I listen to ‘The Wrong Direction’, one of many beautiful songs from ‘Passenger’ aka Mike Rosenberg. I love this song; it’s a refreshing mix between thoughtful, maybe slightly sad lyrics and an upbeat melody that makes me want to get up and dance around the crowded train.

‘There’s fish in the sea for me to make a selection
I’d jump in if it wasn’t for my ear infection
Cause all I want to do is try to make a connection
But it seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction.’
(Mike Rosenberg)