Children in Dahab

Children in Dahab

Hello!

Back from Cologne, back from my forest walk, back in writing.

I am writing to different women to ask how it is possible to do something for children in Egypt, Dahab. I believe it is important for children to feel that somebody cares about them. When they feel hope, then things can go much better for all the world. We are a big network. Look how much we have here in Europe and how much is missing at some places in the other side of the globe. Let´t try to balance it.

Tasnem, a friend of mine in Dahab will check out the “special case children” in the local school, who´s parents are not able to pay basic payments for the education, they make a list and tell the amounts and we all have possibility to support them. I have no idea how big amounts those are and I have not much money right now, but I believe it will work out when we put our powers together.

Children in Dahab like to go to school. Not all can go to school. I remember it was this February when I passed by a 7-years-old girl in Dahab, she asked me “What is your name?”, I said my name and I asked her name. This was all she could tell in English, but she tried it out immediately what she learned and this little contact made me happy. Her eyes were shining, too.

I have hope.

 

How Could It Be

How Could It Be

How could it be
if I would take all these blessings
what life wants to give to me

How could it feel
to open my arms to receive
and hug this richness

How could it be
to say Yes to these gifts
which are waiting for my answer

How could it be
to shine and sound
move around in all of this
after I say Yes

Birdchen

Birdchen

Today was again bang-bang-bang in the room where I slept, but it was a nicer reason (for me) – one birdchen was stucked inside. She flew against the windows (not too strong) and didn´t find the way out. I opened all the windows and it took some time until I got her out.


So, after that I was very awake and ready to start the day.

I wrote many e-mails today, organized events, tried to get some people to one course which Iris Johansson is doing with Elke and Torsten Grind in Malta. Course is not really a course, it is more like a healing event. Morning starts with sound therapy, then Iris makes some primary work and later is original play with Torsten. Sounds like a paradise for me, I think every year that next year I will take part. If you are interested, then write to me.

So. My shoulders are e-mail-tired. Need a bit massage tonight.
I had time to go for a walk. I had time to drive car. Had time to steam some vegetables. Look different tractors working. Had time to be really happy. Thankful. Happy again. Tomorrow I will travel to Cologne. Jah.

Bang bang

Bang bang

Here I am again. With photos.

I took a knife with me and cleaned the bench. Now it would be good to wash it, it has kind of soily layer on the surface.

This is very usual picture here in this village and further around. Last year there were almost no fruits and this year there are so many that branches are getting broken. They brake also because of dryness, said Christian.

Like big pearls on the ground…

Ammuu

I joined Christian to one garden where he was cutting one marple tree. It was a nice garden. Owners had water place for the birds, also insect hotels, many nice trees and plants. People were so thankful about what Christian told them about trees.

So nice rose. She asked us to smell it, it smelled for me like an eatable plant. Njomm.

Last night I could not fall asleep, the day had been so intense and I suddenly felt I have so many unloaded feelings in my. So I shaked out some and wept out some.

In the morning when I was reading peacefully Lorna´s prayer book, there were two strong bangs so that all the house was shaking. I thought maybe heating system was exploading in the celler, I called Christian and he said these were military airplanes. When they fly faster than sound speed is, then they make such bangs. Scary.

But let´s look now again photo of rose to end this post with a nice tune.

Hugs!

Overview

Overview

Last days are one-image-days. I just take one photo or none. Art of letting it be like that…

Was a nice day, I had much enthusiasm and I was in flow. First I made my morning rituals and then I walked up to the bench to sit there and feel the day. There´s a nice bench surrounded by birch trees, you can see the village from there and forest. Every time I am there I think – when I come next time I take a knife or something sharp with me to clean the bench from moss. Tomorrow? Maybe when I write it here I will remember.

I was writing different texts for Memorianum and wrote to some friends and asked for translations. Let´s see if they like to translate. Text are very simple and not so official.

Help, so many moths in this flat! I don´t know how many I catched already. The best to catch them is with wet hands. I was reading that they help to get rid of things, if you have a tendency to collect too much stuff and not borrow out or give away or use them yourself, then the moths will help you. Good point! I have it always pitty to give away things which I haven´t used. Shame. I have still half of my stuff in Berlin. Do I miss them? Nope. Have to clean up.

Today we celebrated Christian´s birthday with his workers and family, had many cakes, made some Pär Ahlbom games and then Christian played sound table for everyone. Nice event, would like to have such a meeting once in the month.

Now some steamed vegetables and then I go to bed direction.