The Space

between us

"Love's the only engine of survival."

For the Love of Colour and Life

Walking through Maastricht I realized that this is in its heart is a city made of stone - the sandstone, limestone, cobblestone. Yet any small space that it admits is planted with flowers. So in this grey of stone the lust for life, colour, abundace is implemented - bourgondisch.

Re-action

"I wanna bite the hand that feeds me, I wanna bite that hand so badly." - especially if it is the hand that manipulates.

Until One's Ribs Start Hurting

to the divine laughter, that is always one of love and joy


disarming



laughter of recognition

Bear With Me

Listening to Abraham's  haggling with his Lord again today and still laughing about his courage, suddenly it made me wonder if righteousness should not be quite unselfish. Do the right thing, but do it just to bear the burden for the one who is too weak.

There's the Rub

If you truly embrace somebody or something, some part will hopefully always rub off on you.

Just like on my magical tour to London some decades ago, when in Leicester Square an apparently homeless person asked me whre I'm from - just like some other people on the Tube - and when I told him he embraced me.

Peekaboo III

And then finally there was the art critic, who complained about the ugliness of a newly expanded museum comparing it to a factory or a hospital. I told him to give it a chance and to wait with his final verdict until he had been inside (for there is always an outside and an inside view. And the great thing looking inside out is that one does not actually see the building). And lo and behold, he liked the inside really very much and the breathtaking view from the outside terrace ;)!