There is something utterly enchanting in the notion that there is fresh, lovely, consumable water coming out of the ground, incessantly, liter after liter. The spring on the photo is Jambrisakovo vrelo on Ponikve meadow. It is really quick pleasurable walk from the road and water is very cool.
It seems there is no downheartedness nature walk cannot heal. Weather was nice and warm and my friend and I walked through the woods followed by bird song and rustle of the leaves. We got as far as Sopot waterfall and enjoyed drinking fresh and cool water from two springs along the way. Going back up to Ponikve I found four leaf clover.
When I was a little girl I was as revolted with religious practice as I am today, the times between just added quite a bit of understanding to my starting flabbergastedness. It just grew from: "What do boiled eggs and spring onions have to do with resurrection?" to "You do understand that this is a mangod who celebratory walked into the city not ten days ago to be hideously murdered in the name of local politics?". Today I am openly non religious person who believes everyone is entitled to his own personal beliefs and I live with highly religious people who don't give a rats' ass for understanding. I am sometimes, just like today, tired of unilateral tolerance and I would sometimes love to have a day off from the incessant fight to protect my right to have an opinion. I would sometimes love to have just one conversationalist that I could agree to disagree with. Why is this so much to ask for?
Ah yes, more tools have arrived from China. Lovely set of 13 inch long bamboo knitting needles in 18 sizes from 2 to 10 mm for 13 bucks and free shipping. My mum said only that she thinks I now own better selection than yarn shop in our neighborhood and I suspect she could be right. So I'm off to find perfect test pattern for all sizes :~)
I have been testing few patterns and designs in the last couple of days and also going through lots of Japanese lessons and Bleach episodes. I am very moved and perplexed with this recurring motif of loneliness as a motive for (self)destruction. I saw it in Moore's Watchmen, sensed it in Laozi's The Way of the King, observed it closely in House MD Ignorance is bliss episode and here in Bleach it is... it is... it is so well balanced and cautiously dosed it is a feast and a celebration to watch it. Gochisou sama deshita, Kubo-sama. Arigatou gosaimashita.