consider the lilies*

they are, well, plants. they do not move, nor speak, nor can they defend themselves against loads of things. maybe some parasites, and that only because they have this chemistry going inside themselves. that all said, lilies come in various shapes and sizes, fragrances and  colours. they are tall and  royally white or purple like the…

not the big things

the big things in life are easy to deal with: they chunk together and stand proud; they can be hit – or missed. they either crush one, or make one taller. the big things, the landmark decisions, the global pain, the ultimate losses are easy. it is the small things that are difficult to manage.…

Seventeen. Hope

hope is this frail little root that lifts a large chunk of asphalt just because. but a simple movement of foot can terminate the frail root. hope is also the balance between the fear of termination, and the lifting of asphalt covers. hope thrives on being opposed. this is why it is symbolised by holly,…

for the approaching synod

i still have not figured this out completely, but here are some thoughts: a) the lutheran church in latvia has reached a very unstable point in its development – a point of breaking, even. it reminds me of a willow with a lot of rotten wood, and very few living strands that ensure the flow…

where to go when one is dead

stumbled on this by accident: Rīgas Ziemeļu izpilddirekcijas Dzimtsarakstu nodaļas Miršanas reģistrācijas sektors atrodas Aizsaules ielā 1a. Apmeklētāju pieņemšanas laiki [..] (literally: the Register office for registering deaths is located in 1a Otherworld Street. Clients are expected at the following hours: [..]) hilarious.

october 11, 2012

creativity at all-time low. anything else?… i do not know. the birds told me there will be snow soon. should i put out some bird food in the bird feeder? (wow, what an indo-european vowel gradation in the previous sentence) i miss the forest across the river. the forest here is not a forest, it…

a handheld from above

sometimes i switch off my handheld, turn off the radio and log off the internet. the world is outside my zone of communication. i am not in the world, the world stays out there, with its haste and traffic jams, with its information and the lack of it, with its people and events. i float…

smells as they brighten

Beyond the Pear Tree has this wonderful post of favourite smells. which inspired me to think of some, too. the order is inconsequential. masala incense meat frying freshly baked rye bread raw earth in autumn smoke of a campfire warm leather wind when thaw is about to set in coffee garlic sausage diesel fuel fresh…