Maybe that’s just the price you pay

Oh the last I heard she’s sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that’s just the price you pay for the chains you refuse

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn’t want her any other way

Beeswing by Richard Thompson

Unconditional Love

Home life has been very straining those last couple of weeks, but by Friday we had a veritable crisis at hand. We had to intervene in a way which some time ago, we didn’t believe possible. The question is how can you help someone, who doesn’t want help. How can you make sure they receive the care necessary, even if you really have no idea what they need. You just know it can’t go any further.

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Creativity

Resolution: I love to explore my creativity and share what is important to me through it.

One is so easily distracted by the noise surrounding us. One is so easily scared by the silence when you withdraw yourself from it. Finding your way seems to be so hard. But is it really? It requires discipline and training to stop, to let go and listen to what is already there. When we are caught in everyday busyness, we forget that so often and keep on running. Always creating nothing. Running but standing still.

Fish and Chips

Now four days in London, in total three major European cities in two weeks. Interesting how different they smell and sound. Madrid with a constant humming of smaller size cars, a lot of narrow streets echo the quickly pressed horns. Stop and go. A lot of people on the street. Berlin is cold. Wide avenues allow the wind to get into each and every corner. Also the pitch is higher, less vibrant maybe, less echo. London, again different. Bigger cars with deeper voices, the sound is coming from the wrong direction.

After recovering from a very short last night in Berlin, I used the stay in the capital of the Common Wealth to visit some exhibitions. But definitely the highlight was the answer to the questions how to get ice cream, potato chips and (green) Converse together in one location? Well, if you are in England it is easy. You just go to a classical concert. In celebration of the Danish presidency of the European Union the Danish String Quartet performed in Cadogan Hall and I had the luck to accompany Karen there. I put on the best cloth I had available and it was a wonderful evening, rounded off by a visit to a delicious Indian restaurant called Rasoi.

Let the journey begin!

Fare Well PartyOn December 28, after some weeks of preparation, I finally stepped on the plane, heading for Madrid. The last days in Vienna were definitely the most difficult ones. Saying goodbye to so many people and leaving behind my home, where I lived for the last seven years was a hard one. But here in Madrid I’m also coming back to places which hold quite a few good memories, so it is a good start. If you are depressed by classical Viennese winter weather, visit the highest capital of Europe to enjoy some cold, sunny days, with perfect blue skies. Combined with the people you’ll meet here and the Croquetas you’ll lighten up for sure 😉

All the best for 2012 and enjoy the New Year’s Night!