Some mornings, on my way to school, the sky is full of crows. The forest is nearby. I love this view, it’s one of my favorite things.
These days are strange to me, with so much hope and so much doubt in them. Also with a strange connection to my nineteeen year old self, realising that some long forgotten aspects of my psychology stayed the same. I have been before in a similar situation, facing an important exam in which many things are up to me and in many aspects I just need to hope for the best. The outcome was good last time.
Meanwhile, I try not to get overwhelmed, rest and relax and prepare myself to think that my life is good and safe and full of love, no matter what.
My friend Aniko sent me in a letter this beautiful old button. I put it on a chain and I never took it off since I received it.
I really like this time of the year, when tomorrow everything starts anew. I want in 2018 to continue to nurture and grow my friendships and try to hope more and worry less.
Happy New Year!
I was so busy these last few weeks and it seems that all I did was go to school and than wait for the evening to come so that I can go to sleep. Not all the time, I also met friends several times this month and I did embroider and draw a little, but still I had low energy levels in general. But I hope in December I will have more energy to do fun things, too. We had a national holiday and days off from work and we finally tried making sushi rolls, something I wanted to do in a long time. We used rice mixed with apple vinegar with sugar and salt, avocado, carrots, peas and fried shiitake mushrooms. They came out a bit wonky, as we needed some practice for the rolling part, but they tasted absolutely great! And of course, we had the rolls with soy sauce, wasabi and pickled ginger.
My school finally moved to its new location. The kids showed such a contagious excitement! It was built in the seventies, especially to be a school, with large hallways and lots of light. A huge courtyard full of pine trees.
I saw these prints in one of the hallways. A dog has wandered in on the wet cement, sometimes when this school was built. You can tell it was a big dog. I ran my fingers on the marks of the paws of this dog from the past, thinking about him or her, feeling such sadness and such love for all of his/ her species, for all animals…