Window to the world
In confinement, I return back tot he habits of my childhood. I look out of window for an indefinite time, quietly watching the clouds pass by, sometimes almost at a standstill, sometime fastmoving. I watch the rain dripping and after the rain the sun shining through the mist. I see the world move, breathe, refresh. I see the wide land before me, my garden, the known around me, the unknown far away fading into the horizon. When I open the window, I listen to the birds and the wind, I smell the earth and an occasional spring flower. I physically sense the dew on the plants, sensual and soft. I meditate on the wind that travels, a lone traveller in these days. 


At home alone

I have spent most of my life in men’s circles. After school, I worked in a chemistry lab, with scratched furniture, pin-ups, Bunsen burner and – tons of men. Their favorite word was Schlunz (dirt). That was spot on – for the lab, the men’s lockers, chemistry and whatever lived in the lab. When I visited a small metal works factory in Germany for a project, all memories came back. The factory room and the canteen were men’s places, dire and dusty. Only when the sun shone through the dusty window did the empty canteen brighten up. Day to day objects came to live, letting me relive old times. Only the change rooms showed a touch of forlorn homyness. The invasion of the female touch came with a pink flower towel. 

Schlunz

Blue is the colour of meditation, both sensual and spiritual. i encountered it all over Asia, in many variations, both promising depth and beauty.

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