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Odnášajúca, očisťujúca, odchádzajúca...

To see the beauty... in return...

“Now,” said Hermux to Mirrin. “I want you to lie back and keep your eyes closed.” He removed a spotless white handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it and dipped it into the water. He refolded it into a compress and placed it over Mirrin´s eyes.
“Keep your eyes closed and hold very still.”
He sat down next to Mirrin and took out his pocket watch.
“What is it, Hermux?” she asked. “What is happening?”
“I´m not sure exactly,” he said. “Let´s wait one more minute. You know, Mirrin, you´ve been very patient with me over the years. You´ve opened my eyes to a lot of new things. Like your paintings and the opera and this idea of trying to be a careful observer of the world. The last few weeks in particular I´ve given a lot of thought to the idea of beauty. I´ve never really taken the time to do that before. And I´ve come to agree with you. I do have a sense of beauty. And I have finally thought of something that I would find very beautiful. Something that I would like to see.”
"What is it? Tell me!”
“It´s this,” said Hermux, checking his watch.
He peeled away his handkerchief from Mirrin´s eyes. And he helped her to her feet.
“Now,” he said hopefully. “Open your eyes.”
And Mirrin did.
She stood motionless for a moment, and then she walked very slowly towards the window without saying a word. She looked out at her garden which she had not seen for three years. She saw the honeysuckle on the gate. She saw the grass that needed cutting. She saw the peonies fallen over from the afternoon rain. And when she turned away from the window she saw her dear friend Hermux standing beside her.
“I can see,” she said simply.
“And that is every bit as beautiful as I imagined,” said Hermux with a smile.

(Michael Hoeye - Time Stops for No Mouse)

I don't know why, but I didn't fancy reading this book at the beginning. I wanted just return it to the library without reading, but something made me do a thing I rarely do. Read the end of it. I read it, it made me cry and long to devour whole book . And I discovered much more there...

What Time is it?

Sometimes the different point of view is needed...:-)

To see the beauty is to be thankful...

Hermux Tantamoq, watchmaker and respectable mouse, was asked by his good friend Mirrin who was blind, to describe the everyday beauty and write it down to the sketchbook, to read her later. This is what he wrote every day in the evenings according to what he´d experienced:

"Thank you for friendship most of all. Thank you for cufflinks. And for singing larks dressed up like carnival moths. Thank you for dark theatres. For mousetraps even. Thank you for Terfle. For cotton sheets and soft pillows and apple juice. And cheese.

Thank you for surprises, for adventure. Thank you for nice mice like Blanda Nergup, for intrigue, for rascals like Nock Noddem, for sceptical policemen. Thank you for elevators and trams and newspapers. Thank you for friendly neighbours. For rules to follow and rules to break. And thank you in advance for a good night´s sleep.

Thank you for unexpected surprises. Thank you for airmail. Thank you for gossipy postmice. Thank you for corner grocers. For sandwiches and honey fizz. For scary news and narrow escapes and trolleys and shopping-bags. Thank you for loyal pets and bold adventurers (and adventuresses). Thank you for hidden tribes and secret formulas and peculiar neighbours and snoopy reporters. Thank you for installation art. And snacks. And for a safe place to lay my head at night.

Thank you for good friends like Pup. And Terfle. Thank you for hope. For lights in windows. For finding the way home. Thank you for the scent of fresh mown hay. For picnics. For sunsuits. For moonlit rivers, and apple orchards, and foggy drives. Thank you for doughnuts. And locks on doors."

(Michael Hoeye - Time Stops for No Mouse)

A beautiful story, offering more than ordinary action, written with soft humor making you maybe not bursting with laughter, but smiling the whole time you read it...

Wicklow 2 - Pri ohni

Počasie nám prialo, obloha sa nemračila, len predvádzala svoje oblakové umenie, tak sme si mohli založiť ohník... "Když chceme sedět u pece, musíme mít dřevo..." Najprv Veronika... ...potom Tomáš. Potom ešte aj ja, ale mňa už nemal kto cvaknúť...:-) Sekierku nemáme, lámeme ako môžeme Ohník už horí, prikladať treba len občas, môžeme si zahrať... Trubač Tomáš :-) Muzikanti. Tomáš stíhal okrem didgeridoo aj paličky a vajíčko... Pri ohni máme konečne čas zastaviť sa, porozprávať sa, postáť a všímať si. Poobzerať sa poriadne vo svojom vnútri a okolo seba... ...nedá sa odolať pôsobeniu mocných skál... ...a započúvať sa čo všetko dokáže voda predviesť a porozprávať... A zaspievať... Keď na nejakom mieste pobudneme a iba ním rýchlo neprejdeme, dovolíme mu na nás zapôsobiť a naladíme sa naň... ...aj obloha má stále nové a nikdy nekončiace nápady... Tu sa skamarátili stromy s kameňmi. Každý má ten svoj. Kto ich zoznámil, kto ich k sebe priviedol a o čom sa rozprávajú..? Sledovali sme, ako dokážu plamene tancovať na hudbu... Objavili sme motýľa, ktorý ešte nevie lietať... ...a starú mincu, zabudnutú v tráve... Keď chceme mať dobrú pahrebu na živánsku, musíme prikladať... Takto vyzerá v nespracovanej podobe... ...making ready... Ready to go... ...straight to the oven... ...and the best part. Vydarila sa fantasticky Ešte posledný pohľad do ohňa, kým dohorí, poslednýkrát sa ohrejeme a ideme domov. Ostala len vôňa ohňa na šatách a vo vlasoch... Jo, a ešte bonus. Ukážka ako hrá Tomáš na didgeridoo. Žial, zvuk nie je najkvalitnejší, lebo v pozadí mu konkuruje šum vodopádu...

Wicklow 1

Krásny Wicklow je ako "záhrada Írska" dosť obletovaný, slovenskú živánsku však určite veľakrát nezažije. A aj keď sme z neho videli iba kúsok po trase na miesto, kde naša živánska uzrela svetlo sveta (aj keď iba nakrátko:-)), stálo to zato. Tomáš a Veronika nás opäť pozvali na výlet. Neváhali sme ani chvíľku. Nedalo sa odolať milej spoločnosti, krásnej prírode a posedeniu pri ohni... A, samozrejme, živánskej...:-)




Dúfam, že tie žlté stromy je iba jeseň, nie niečo horšie...


Po ceste sme videli dlhý plaziaci sa vodopád...


Chalúpka pod vodopádom


Ovečkýýý! :-)


Lesy boli nádherné. Cítila som sa tam ako na Slovensku...


Značka na skale uprostred chodníka. To pre tých, ktorí by zvažovali vytiahnutie kolieskových korčúľ z ruksaka..:-)


Jeseň možno veľmi nepôsobí v korunách stromov čo sa týka ihličnatých lesov; usadila sa však v tráve medzi papraďou...


"...all shall fade..."


Ahaho... medvedia stopa... treba dávať bacha...:-)


Towering meaning trees are speaking... We are often not listening. Just admiring. Sometimes not even that...


Roof of the forest


No tak teda, keď už inak nedajú...:-)


Okolie miesta, kde sme sa usadili a robili živánsku. Kombinácia krásnych stromov, skál...


...a úžasného vodopádu






Ešte aj to suché udupané ihličie na zemi je ako na Slovensku...

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