Sonntag, 22. Februar 2015

A spring thing

With March nearly upon us it feels like spring is in the air. Okay, so it snowed again last night but I could swear that the birds are chirping more loudly recently.
The other day I woke up  relaxed and cheerful (it was a Saturday morning) and my first thought was: I must paint that wall!
I've lived in this place with white walls for four years now, because I couldn't make up my mind. But  I can feel a decision coming up.
Isn't that a spring thing, cleaning and updating your home? Clearing out cupboards and getting rid of stuff, browsing the Ikea homepage for inspiration?
I will sit down to make a plan which will be executed  during my week off just after easter. Volunteers are welcome!

I've also sat down on my trusted machine to produce some birthday gifts:

Sonntag, 8. Februar 2015

Serenity Prayer

Things are looking up. I have tried the gratitude journal, but found that mine might be more of a happiness journal. Over the last fortnight I have consciously noted things that made me happy.

Small things like sunshine glittering in the slowly dissolving fog - pure magic. 

Unexpected pleasures like a theatre ticket that was available because someone else was prevented from going.

Sitting down to make some presents with my trusted sewing machine - creating!

I have also consciously tried to remain calm about stuff and waiting to see what happens. These words came to my mind. However outworn, there's still a lot of truth in them...

O God, give us the serenity to accept what cannot be changed,
The courage to change what can be changed,
and the wisdom to know the one from the other...

Montag, 2. Februar 2015

The yodelling goats

So yesterday was .. like.. the best sunday ever! One of my exceptional christmas presents was a one-day yodelling course with my siblings. In the morning we took off towards a snowy, chocolate-box-pretty Lenggries, a small ski ressort in the mountains, for a great bonding experience. 
The course held by Barbara Lexa in a tiny, vegetarian inn was attended by 9 participants aged between 11 and 60.

Yodelling was developed as a form of communication between mountain villagers in the olden times and was practised all-over the world, e.g. Bavaria, Africa, Cambodia, Thailand, Spain, Lapland and so on.
It is a very joyful and uplifting experience - one cannot really yodel while being sad.
It was great sitting in the cozy inn, watching the snow fall through the windows, singing our hearts out to Barbaras accordeon.
In the afternoon we went outside to be taught  "Juchzen", which translates roughly into whooping or shrieking with delight, which needs to be performed at earsplitting volume. So we went for a little walk in the snow, singing. Pure magic!

On the way back in the car we yodeled along to Barbaras cd, looking forward to the weekend workshop for advanced yodelers in May.
As for being blue: Now I'll just get my cd and notes out and practice my yodelling!