High in the Air - by Brigid
I am floating without the solid ground beneath my bare feet. I want to feel the warmth of the earth and the wet grass below me. I want to tread, step by step without the ground giving way.
But if I‘m trying to walk, there is nothing to carry me.
I‘m lifting with each step higher and higher in the void and if I‘m looking down, the world is distant and
I don‘t know where I am and what I‘m doing. Oh no, wait I think I know it...
I am here and I am now. What I do is to be.
I‘m becoming one with the deep abyss of the void around me. Until there is nothing but consciousness in the void. Only experiencing the now. There is no yesterday or tomorrow. Nothing else but void.
I want to fill this void with all that I could create. I want to look ahead and back and see the path of life,
like a golden shining silken thread, telling me where I came from and where I will go.
But there is still nothing else but void. I feel rigid in my void. Nothing moves me. No storm to moil me
around. No gentle breeze to carry me away.
I‘m waiting for someone to see me up here. For someone to reach up to me and to pull me down back on the ground.
But nothing is happening. There is no helping hand reaching up for me.
Now, only hope can carry me. Like a soft summer breeze, whispering beautiful dreams in my ears.
I can hear the dream and I‘m starting to paint with the magnificent colors of imagination.
I‘m dipping my brush in peace, trust, hope, community, love, acceptance, awareness, selflessness, love,
I‘m filling the world with all of my colors. I‘m painting the world and it is more vibrant than any
objective reality could ever be.
I know, I won‘t ever be done with my painting. And while I‘m painting I‘m slowly sinking back on the
ground, coloring all that I‘m floating past with my beautiful colors, until the whole world is filled with my colors. But I have to paint more and so I‘m painting the past the present and the future.
Now I can see the future in front of me. Plunged in my vibrant colors of hope and trust.
I hope and trust, that one day there will be an abundant number of souls painting with me.
Not so long ago I got back from my holidays. I decided, after a lot of thinking back and forth, to spend all my vacation-days on a trip back home. In the end it felt like just the right thing to do and I had an amazing time. Why I decided to spend all my days at once is mostly because of how long the journey is. To Stockholm from Maribor it took almost 40 h and lets just say I was tired when I arrived home. I have never been away from Sweden for this long before so even though everybody said it would feel like no time had passed at home it was another thing to experience it. It felt like everything was exactly the same, even the port code hadn’t changed. In total I was away for almost four weeks and returning back took the same amount of time. The feeling of coming back was a bit the same as returning home, so much is still the same but you feel different. One thing I quickly noticed was that the pear tree outside of the RV where I am staying was bearing fruit. I had admired the beautiful flowers in spring when I first moved in and thought that there would be a lot of pears in autumn. And there were, although a lot of them were already lying on the ground starting to rot. They were not so tasty to eat as they were so in order to at least use some of them and save them from just rotting I decided to make a pie. I was really craving something sweet and thought that although I never heard about a pear crumble pie, fruit and crumble literally can’t go wrong. I think it turned out quite nicely so I thought I could share the recipe.
Pear crumble pie
1 kg pears
1 tbsp lemon juice
Grounded cinnamon and ginger to taste
125 g vegan butter
80 g sugar
60 g wheat flour
40 g oats
Cut the pears in any shape you want, I did it in tiny squares, and put it in a baking form. After that add lemon juice and the spices and mix it so that everything is covered by the spices. Now it is time for the crumble. Start by mixing together all the ingredients in a bowl, it is easier if the butter is room-temperature. When the dough almost holds together, crumble it over the pears and bake in the oven at 225° for 20 minutes or until golden brown. Enjoy!!
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