Of stones and paths…

Yesterday, a friend from times long gone wrote to me how much she would be happy for me that I would create such a beautiful place here. Likewise, that she is always very happy about the photos that I also share with her and that she wishes me a wonderful life here. Likewise, that she is always very happy about the photos that I also share with her and that she wishes me a wonderful life here.

Yes – she’s right, I’m in the process of creating a beautiful place. My home and that, the tenant, as well as that of animal diversity, here on the farm. And with her message, I also became aware of my path, which I have travelled – especially in the past eight years, had to travel – in order to be able to underpin my dreams, longings and desires with realities – or perhaps even to be able to substantiate them? To overcome my fears, to take the courage to get down with it.

The road was sometimes very bumpy and rocky. The road was sometimes very bumpy and rocky. Looking back on my entire life, obstacles were repeatedly put in my way – sometimes professionally, sometimes privately. Large and small, pointed and flat, heavy and light. And now I find stones here with every excavation in the yard. Stones over stones. Field stones, boulders, but also debris remnants that others have swept – not under the carpet, but underground. business. So we clean up a lot here. Sort. And – people flax and say I’m „stone-rich“. New multi-coloured stones were also introduced. Self-chosen stones. Figuratively speaking, I now build the scaffolding, the backbone or even the lifeline of the courtyard from all the stones in my life, even from those that were put in my way.

Since such hard-working people have implemented my ideas so lovingly and thoughtfully, have expanded and developed them in parts, it has become really beautiful and unique. So now, from the many old and new stones, as in a mosaic, something whole and healing has become. So now, from the many old and new stones, as in a mosaic, something whole and healing has become. They give support in uncertain kicks, orientation and you can loose yourself, by observing them. Because no two are the same. Depending on the effect of light, or water influence, the color spectrum becomes more and more wide, changes. As if they were breathing or alive, depending on the different weather conditions, which in turn seem to play and interact with the stones (that this is also possible with stones – I was not even aware yet).yourself in observation, in them.

Through the integration of the colored elements, the “old” stones (field stones) have received a new role (but I had already worked on many such before my arrival here). They have gradually lost their strength and strength in their unpleasant effect (as a result). They now form the stable edge to all paths, thus have a limiting and holding function, but is run on the (self-chosen) colorful beauties.

Through the integration of the colored elements, the “old” stones (field stones) have received a new role (but I had already worked on many such before my arrival here). I assigned them to them. Some I have had completely disposed of, others are still being installed – for whatever. Yes – and then the wisdom comes to mind – “Paths are created by walking them”. But that would probably be a separate topic – for another blog…. :o) … … and where they will take me, except to the fireplace, the pond or the entrances to the stable building – I can’t even know that yet. I will just let myself be surprised. They have found their place in my heart. Nothing can go wrong anymore.