time is confusing me. lately i keep telling myself i have too little of it. i become a slave of time. obsessed with time. and then i remind myself it is all i have. and i have plenty of it. i choose what to do with my time, and how to spend it. but oh, it seems so difficult…and it moves so fast…

i used to like this pocket watch, cause it made time look so much more beautiful. not like the square digital numbers on my mobile phone. but it stopped working. now it is just decorating my wall.

today i am eating chestnuts and walking slowly through the streets. all alone. well, except for all the other people around me, rushing from here to there. my body wants to move in slow motion and my mind is hyperactive. contrasts do the work.

bern autumn colors

this morning i woke up in the hotel room in bern, not knowing at all where i am. this happens to me alot lately, spending too many nights in different beds. it freaks me out a little bit. and if the room is dark, i have no clue how it looks like. what direction is the door, where is the bathroom…

these autumn colors make me miss europe. sweden and the netherlands. all the people i love. it makes me nostalgic. in a sort of still enjoyable way.

we had a very nice café this weekend in the kibbutz. with homemade cakes, cookies, malabi (which is a sweet, milky dessert made out of corn flour, with a tiny hint of rosewater and then to top it of raspberry sauce, coconut flakes and pistachios) live music and kids dancing on the tables. i was a hard working waitress. and today i have been catching scorpions, napping, reading, and jumping the trampoline.

I'd rather be a forest than a street Yes I would If I could, I surely would

 

 

being a tree in the city doesn’t look like much fun

 

i find her very inspiring, this frida kahlo, even with all the darkness and pain she seemed filled with. the book i am reading about her though, i am not so sure of…

he can look like such a monster, this bones. a very sweet monster, though. it is still beach weather. or at least it was last weekend. maybe this week it will get colder. i am getting ready for winter, come cool me down….

for the rest, tired and moody, not a very successful combination. goodnight.

banana, pomegranate, honey and yoghurt. pasta with fresh tomatoes, basil and parmesan. banana cake. green curry. coconut rice with mango. croissants. chocolate. olives. quinoa with silverbeet. tomato soup. ice cream. cabbage salad. are just a few of the things i ate the last couple of days.

weekend visitor

upside down, around and around. we were playing ‘the blind cow’ which turns out to be called ‘the blind bride’. it doesn’t matter to me, i didn’t grew up playing in hebrew anyways. and she braided my hair and we ate jelly beans.

i am going to see easy star all stars this week. i am usually not a fan of covers, but they did a really good job covering radiohead. the less depressing version.

project: cleaning the house. making a skirt. doing the laundry. baking something tasty. etc etc. weekend.i. am. happy.

ecover goes strong in japan.

still life in prague

i didn’t take many pictures in prague. i somehow just had barely the energy to get my ass to and from the theater, to read my book and sit in cafés… but still i found some treasures. a few of them presented above. i guess i am just tired. and the autumn cold surprised me. but i was happy to finally experience prague how i always imagined it, rainy, romantic, gothic and nostalgic.

and happy to know that we are all heroes, after all…

isn't it bizarre how a city is almost mainly there to create more opportunities to consume? we go abroad, we visit new places, and we think we might see something new, something exotic, but what we see is just people doing the same as every where else, which is shopping. and with such determination, and motivation, it seems like the most important thing we could be doing.

i thought about it alot while being in japan, and afterwards. just entering the city, our mind get's completely fooled by all the opportunities around us, and it starts producing this greedy, needy wanting. and i truly believe it, often...
'i really NEED this' ...'i can't do without a new pair of shoes'....'it would be so usefull with a pillow like this'.

and for me, living far away from so many dear people, i realize i start to think like a parent who is too often absent from her child. i want to show all of you so much that i care and think of you, i want to compensate the fact that i am far away, by buying you special gifts.... it becomes this obsessive hunt for the most unique gift, which can transfer my feelings and thoughts of appreciation and love. yuk. it is SO wrong...

anyhow, it makes me exhausted. enough of all this consumerisim. we don't need it. things will not get better with more stuff. we won't turn into happier, better people. and i won't convey my love through objects as such.

(sorry for the tiny pictures)

21.55, 9th of october

*i am extremely tired, fell asleep like a baby at my friends house while talking to him

*seem to have become a bag lady of some sorts, always carrying around my bare essentials (someone gave me the nick name 'woman of props' the other day) in one or two bags, from place to place.

*a little bit annoyed opening up my blog in internet explorer, it looks quite ugly, and mozilla rocks!

*trying to come to terms with another night in the airport, and another flight polluting this amazing planet. ..

*no picture to post, makes it a little bit empty.

goodnight, so long.

climbing the roof. is good to do once in a while. (when i post through blogger and not through windows live writer, i guess the pictures will be smaller? let's find out...)

it has been raining. autumn is starting. i am spending hours and hours on the bus, and on the train reading many books. making lists. day dreaming. it takes so much time to travel. i am trying to think of ways how to use the time the best. maybe i could start another knitting project?

the city makes me tired but this weekend i am going to prague. it will be one week here, one week abroad until the end of november. it might sound like bliss, but it is not always better being somewhere else.

in japan, even the lid of the sewer is esthetical. go figure…

evening pleasures

yesterday night it was belgian beer and dark chocolate. tonight it is dipping buttered biscuits in a cup of tea. and enjoying my bed again. i travelled for seven hours, to and from rehearsals, just to be back in my bed. it is worth it. goodnight.

mountain breakfast

we plucked loads of persimmon fruits from a tree. a few chestnuts and walnuts. together with some japanese grapes which taste like synthetic grape candies, a bar of chocolate and some cheese, it became a splendid breakfast. (only thing missing was a good cup of coffee)

2nd of october. i feel like i have a hangover from too little sleep in combination with a very intense performance last night. after that i had a pajama party at yuko’s. now a weekend at home. with bones. and the radio. i am in the mood for a cup of coffee while turning the house upside down.