ich kenne diese Zustände auch sehr gut und freue mich, dass es Dir heute wieder besser ging ... Ich will gar nicht darüber spekulieren, ob es der Frühling mit seinen klimatischen Umstellungen oder sonstwelche Ursachen sind .. hauptsache es geht Dir wieder besser.
ganz liebe Grüße und ein wundervolles Wochenende, isabella
Friko -- I've been away for a month, just got back today, so I had to look back to find out what you had written. I am horrified by the emotional abuse mentioned in your previous post. No one should ever have to suffer that sort of comparison. It is terribly, terribly wrong, and should be illegal. Your writing is beautiful. It is delightful. And it is also wonderful, because English isn't your first language. I'm glad you're feeling better. Those dark nights of the soul can sometimes make us appreciate the light when it comes on again. -- K
Kay, Alberta, Canada An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
I just read your previous entry, and can only say that your beautiful, honest writing shines through, and that your readers have left some of the best comments I've seen. I have just finished a novel, a ghost story,in which the two protagonists both lost siblings during childhood. It was an ok book (in the Country of the Young, Lisa Carey) but I now wonder if you might not be equipped to write a much better book.
Remember the warmth of the dandelion, the sparkle of the water and the comments today. Dwell in this space when the childhood memories resurface. Lock the childhood pain away and think of shining on, of hugs, of courage, of sparkles and smiles, of everything that is written here. Dwell in smiles and sunshine. You can do it. =D
Heartening to see the color and sparkle is back in your mood and writing, banishing those blue meanies, at least for a while. I guess we can't have one without the other, can we?
I missed yesterday's post, Friko, but I have gone back to read it before commenting here. I wish I'd been there to comfort you then, but as I'm late, I hope you will still glean some comfort from my words, today...you are so articulate, you write so beautifully and directly from the heart, so authentically. It shocked me to read that you suffer from a low self-esteem, as being new here, I had no idea at all!
I know so many of us are our own worst critics and we often learn, far too late in life, to ease up on ourselves, but it's far worse when those who were entrusted to care for us and raise us to adulthood, fail to do their duty by us, by loving us completely and unconditionally for who we are! I am so sad to learn that this was your early experience and that you have internalised it your whole life!
It is good to know you are working through this with a therapist and I hope fervently that you have a 'breakthrough' when it all becomes clear to you and you can let it all go!
My Dandelions do not tremble in fear as I approach, trowel in hand. In fact they remain upright and still as they lay uprooted across my hand. Dandelions are tough little critters. And they smile a lot. Di
You are just an empath, dear one, and somewhere there was pain and suffering and your soul magnets absorbed it, dropping you down into shadow for a time, and as the sun returned, as the dandelion shook itself with Valley's End warmth, the shadows were sent packing; and you should be joyful to know you eased someone else's burden, brought a smile, made a heart skip.
Something as mundane as raindrops on water can make a magnificent picture. I've made a lot of dandelion flower wine. I juice the leaves and I dry the roots for various cures. Nothing wasted. Life is simple. Manzanita@Wannabuyaduck
Liebe Friko, herzlichen Dank für deinen netten Kommentar. Es freut mich, dass dir mein Blog gefällt und ich hoffe, du schaust noch öfter hinein. Ich bin froh, sprichst du deutsch :-) Du hast schöne Fotos und viel Text.
Höhen und Tiefen kennen alle Menschen, die einen mehr und die anderen weniger. Sie sind Gegensätze (wie du auf deine Fotos zeigst) wie Regen und Sonne - Licht und Schatten. Es gehört zum Mensch sein.
Ich wünsche dir eine gute Nacht und Morgen einen sonnigen Tag. Herzliche Grüsse Angela
I have just read your previous post and I'm glad the black dog has gone away. I only know you from your writing but you always strike me as extremely capable and intelligent, and a child that would have been a delight. Grief does strange things to people and can damage the living, too.
Sparkles are good. Dandelions are pretty. Have a happy weekend, Friko :)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you're feeling better again. These moods strike and, eventually, pass.
ReplyDeleteThank God.
einfach alles ist hier schön, das "Innen" und das "Aussen"...!
ReplyDeleteIch wünsche Dir eine gute Nacht und gute Träume!
Renée
ich kenne diese Zustände auch sehr gut und freue mich, dass es Dir heute wieder besser ging ... Ich will gar nicht darüber spekulieren, ob es der Frühling mit seinen klimatischen Umstellungen oder sonstwelche Ursachen sind .. hauptsache es geht Dir wieder besser.
ReplyDeleteganz liebe Grüße und ein wundervolles Wochenende,
isabella
Rain - liquide sunshine.
ReplyDeletedaily athens
Very good Friko – let the sunshine in.
ReplyDeleteFriko -- I've been away for a month, just got back today, so I had to look back to find out what you had written. I am horrified by the emotional abuse mentioned in your previous post. No one should ever have to suffer that sort of comparison. It is terribly, terribly wrong, and should be illegal.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is beautiful. It is delightful. And it is also wonderful, because English isn't your first language.
I'm glad you're feeling better. Those dark nights of the soul can sometimes make us appreciate the light when it comes on again.
-- K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
I'm glad you're back to you. :)
ReplyDeletevery appropriate photos and blog. Now some sunshine please!
ReplyDeleteI just read your previous entry, and can only say that your beautiful, honest writing shines through, and that your readers have left some of the best comments I've seen.
ReplyDeleteI have just finished a novel, a ghost story,in which the two protagonists both lost siblings during childhood. It was an ok book (in the Country of the Young, Lisa Carey) but I now wonder if you might not be equipped to write a much better book.
Beautifully said; beautifully illustrated. Truth sparkles in your writing, in darkness and in sunshine.
ReplyDeletesparkle on friko....smiles.
ReplyDeleteOh blessings Friko...and a quiet night of refreshing sleep to you....
ReplyDeleteGood for you! Love the dandelion!
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you and big hugs
ReplyDeleteSueAnn
you give me the courage of my own moods
ReplyDeleteAloha from Honolulu
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You are often the sparkle in my day. Shine on!
ReplyDeleteRemember the warmth of the dandelion, the sparkle of the water and the comments today. Dwell in this space when the childhood memories resurface. Lock the childhood pain away and think of shining on, of hugs, of courage, of sparkles and smiles, of everything that is written here. Dwell in smiles and sunshine. You can do it. =D
ReplyDeleteI hate feeling down too but have finally come to understand that we can't appreciate the highs without the lows.
ReplyDeleteYay! So glad the sun has returned! Loads of hugs!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Heartening to see the color and sparkle is back in your mood and writing, banishing those blue meanies, at least for a while. I guess we can't have one without the other, can we?
ReplyDeleteYou do sparkle well. :) Shine on.
ReplyDeleteI missed yesterday's post, Friko, but I have gone back to read it before commenting here. I wish I'd been there to comfort you then, but as I'm late, I hope you will still glean some comfort from my words, today...you are so articulate, you write so beautifully and directly from the heart, so authentically. It shocked me to read that you suffer from a low self-esteem, as being new here, I had no idea at all!
ReplyDeleteI know so many of us are our own worst critics and we often learn, far too late in life, to ease up on ourselves, but it's far worse when those who were entrusted to care for us and raise us to adulthood, fail to do their duty by us, by loving us completely and unconditionally for who we are! I am so sad to learn that this was your early experience and that you have internalised it your whole life!
It is good to know you are working through this with a therapist and I hope fervently that you have a 'breakthrough' when it all becomes clear to you and you can let it all go!
Hugs,
Des xoxo
I love your words and photos. Stay well, dear Friko :)
ReplyDeletewheeeee, so glad the sun's come out again, Friko.
ReplyDeleteI am always touched (and humbled) by the honesty some people share through their writings.
ReplyDeleteMy Dandelions do not tremble in fear as I approach, trowel in hand. In fact they remain upright and still as they lay uprooted across my hand. Dandelions are tough little critters. And they smile a lot. Di
ReplyDeleteGood to see that you're feeling better !
ReplyDeleteYou are just an empath, dear one,
ReplyDeleteand somewhere there was pain and
suffering and your soul magnets
absorbed it, dropping you down
into shadow for a time, and as the
sun returned, as the dandelion shook
itself with Valley's End warmth,
the shadows were sent packing;
and you should be joyful to know
you eased someone else's burden,
brought a smile, made a heart skip.
Friko~ If that feeling returns, try to shake it off as quickly as you can. Remember the sunny dandelion! Much love, Margaret P.
ReplyDeleteSomething as mundane as raindrops on water can make a magnificent picture. I've made a lot of dandelion flower wine. I juice the leaves and I dry the roots for various cures. Nothing wasted. Life is simple.
ReplyDeleteManzanita@Wannabuyaduck
Oh, Friko.
ReplyDelete"...like an angel"?
Thank YOU!
Good to see that you feel better ;-)
ReplyDeleteLiebe Friko, herzlichen Dank für deinen netten Kommentar. Es freut mich, dass dir mein Blog gefällt und ich hoffe, du schaust noch öfter hinein. Ich bin froh, sprichst du deutsch :-)
ReplyDeleteDu hast schöne Fotos und viel Text.
Höhen und Tiefen kennen alle Menschen, die einen mehr und die anderen weniger. Sie sind Gegensätze (wie du auf deine Fotos zeigst) wie Regen und Sonne - Licht und Schatten.
Es gehört zum Mensch sein.
Ich wünsche dir eine gute Nacht und Morgen einen sonnigen Tag.
Herzliche Grüsse
Angela
I have just read your previous post and I'm glad the black dog has gone away. I only know you from your writing but you always strike me as extremely capable and intelligent, and a child that would have been a delight. Grief does strange things to people and can damage the living, too.
ReplyDeleteWonderful images here as a tribute to your introspection.
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