…and it became difficult to keep my hand steady while picturing. there was a strike on the airport and i found my salvation in the nursery room where there was electricity for my laptop. today i still felt the ouzo haze until the moment i met this crazy austrian friend of mine who invited me for a very worthwhile dinner with whiskey and interesting stories. hence adding a whiskey haze to the ouzo cloud… but do not worry, i will only drink herbal tea tomorrow.
lately life is very surprising and spontaneous. today i had a couple of very good conversations. i feel happy to be able to communicate verbally, then again i recently experienced the freedom and intuitive interaction that can be created when there isn’t a common language to use. after that experience followed the realization that we spend so much time calculating and analyzing the value behind the words that are said. and upon that valuation, we plan and act. rather than just reacting based on our feeling. does that make any sense? perhaps it is the ouzo affecting my writing tonight.
yes it makes sense... feelings are more often right. in any way...or so i believe. and ouzo didn`t effect your beautiful pictures... thank you for this tour to my country. it had made me both sad and happy. from something bad comes always something good, the greeks say. i realy hope its true
ReplyDeleteTror du har helt rätt. Vi borde lyssna mer inåt hjärtat än huvudet. Lite ouzo, eller mycket, kan ställa allt i ordning :) KRAM!
ReplyDeletehet lijkt of je in een fijne flow zit daar. Goed! En wat heb je ook Griekenland weer mooi kunnen vangen in je camera.
ReplyDeleteSure, dear tottering Sara,
ReplyDeleteit makes sense.
As a six year old child I was with my cousins in Amsterdam. They spoken dutch but it escaped my notice, we communicated... it was like miracle for my parents.
Maybe an other dimension is working?
Love,
Ariane.
i like these photos. and i must say i like ouzo also. and it´s brother raki. even those drinks taste the best in their own environment. here in the north, drinking ouzo is just not the same.
ReplyDeleteoh well. i wanted to say something meaningful about communicating, but ended up talking about booze..
Det verkar som att du har det bra. Kram på dig!
ReplyDeleteVad är det blodiga?
ReplyDeleteHärliga, härliga kort här som alltid. Jag suger i mig inspiration och laddar för en kortare resa till Berlin med loppisar, caféhäng och graffittifotande. Det riktigt kliar i kameran!
ReplyDeletecheers! ja ik snap wat je zegt.
ReplyDeletepost onderweg voor je
ik dronk nog nooit ouzo, maar wat jij beschrijft ken ik wel
ReplyDeletedag sara, gaan jullie nog ergens anders heen?
demie, from where in greece are you? i really hope it will turn around soon, and things will become better for this lovely place. i wish i wish i wish.
ReplyDeleteannika, ja, och dricka mera ouzo! :)
kramar
merel,dankjewel fijne flow, ik probeer dat te houden!
ariane, yes kids sometimes shows the greatest example of beyond language communication. and i think you are right that it is almost as if another dimension is operating. when we allow it to. ♥
outi, well, talking about booze is also important at times! ;) i didn't try the raki but i was curious about it. and after having brought my father some arak from here i was realizing the same, that it is simply very different drinking it in the northern parts.
jenny, det har jag fina du, och du? krmar
miss ud, kalvhuvuden? innan det såg jag uppfläkta kaniner, bara tassarna satt kvar...uaahhh½
pella, åh vad underbart, berlin på hösten! det ser jag fram emot att se bilder ifrån sen.
elianne, oh wat spannend! voor jou duurt het nog..sorry...
marguerite, dag! wij gaan morgen naar zwitserland! dus een beetje lekker fris en herfst zoals het hoort...
Jawel, it makes sense!
ReplyDeleteVolgens mij zit jij in een fijne flow op het moment - hou die er maar goed in in Zwitserland :-) Veel plezier!
thank you, i just can say the same to you!
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