I have not been on holiday for more than a year. I will have some time off soon and I have thus started my “places to be when I’m off”. This is entry no. 1.
Overheard in the office: If autumn would only last for 1 day, with its rich colours and falling leaves, it would be one of the most spectacular phenomena on Earth. And people would do nothing else that day than marvel at its beauty.
In a garden I often spend time in there used to be this very beautiful old tree. And this tree spread such a strong feeling of stability in a way that only old beautiful trees do. Then they brought it down as “it had long been killed by a mushroom”. They even tried to show us the trace of the mushroom damage on the wide and still clean stump.
The place remained bare for a few months and one could still sense the well-grounded energy the tree had left behind. Now they are building a smoking place in the exact same spot where the tree was and all I can think of is how cynical and weird this whole transition is. And for everybody new that will come into this garden from now on, that will only be a smoking place. And we, the veteran visitors, will slowly stop going into the garden taking with us the last bits of memory of the beautiful old tree.
The air smells so good in here. And so does the light coming through that window.
I have bought my first piece of art just a couple of weeks ago. I now crave for more. And I have stumbled upon this piece by Stina Persson. I have officially started my Xmas fist wishlist, anyone?
Yesterday I rejoiced.
First, it was that piece of my Self shaped by hardcore Byzantine values that rejoiced. The fatalist in me did, that part of my subconscious informed by beliefs such as “things happen for a reason” and by “it was meant to be”-s.
Just as I was being taken over by anxiety over the future, over MA applications and future jobs, over my path in life and pseudo-scientific personality tests, there I went and checked my Facebook. (Wait, what? Isn’t this what we all do when we get anxious?! Like several times a day?)
And there it stood, an NPR status update about Diana Nyad’s 5th – and this time successful – attempt at swimming from Cuba to Florida. And then I rejoiced again, at her story. And the more I was reading about her long fight to get where she did, the more my anxiety faded away.
And there I was, unable to refrain from thinking about what a lucky coincidence it was that I happened to see the news when I did. “It was meant to be” that I would get such a kick of inspiration out of her story, her pursuit of meaning and her achieving it. And perseverance, such a Western concept, “it was meant to be” that I am reminded of it when I need it the most. And then I rejoiced again.
For those that missed it, here is her story and here a must see video: Diana Nyad’s speech at TED in 2011 about her dream and her path to pursuing it. And no, there are no “meant to be”-s in there, there’s just pure determination and perseverance.
So I’ve been on a short trip by trailer (mobilehome) this past weekend and I’ve enjoyed it more than I had hoped. The whole thing looked very much like this (cafetiera included), just that it had wheels.
Pretty and relaxing all the way.
city cottage, finland/verstas architects
I did not check if these places are on Atlas obscura as well, but I’m definitelly adding them to my list.
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