I see this tree almost every day

We are still feeling down after the sudden shock about the German Wings crash from yesterday. The shock relates also to the fact that the tragedy hapened just around the corner. A corner which we happen to “know” as we once travelled along the small mountain-train-road from Nice into the Maritime Alpes. Mischa almost two years old. And we travel by train like we still do today. Against the mainstream, were masses of people have chosen to fly rather than go for the slower train-connection. Such an incomprehensible crash happens also with highspeed-trains. No speeding traffic without risk. But still we feel sad for the families and friends, collegues who suffer such an unspeakable loss.

As we feel in a way blown out of our routine course, we took a day off. Sitting under the parasol, reading. Willemien had taken a famous Plessner book from the library: Verspätete Nation. And I was happy to enjoy this long desired reading of Lou Andreas-Salome’s life. Her time with Ree and Nietzsche, Rilke and Freud still coming...Such a blessed afternoon after all our work and walking. To feel connected in silence while both enjoying the calmness, which brings a mindful encounter with authentic inspiration. A calmness which  we really deserve after living and growing together all these years. Just because you feelmore vulnerable in a catastrophic world. we tend to overlook our strength. But look this weird mossy old oak I pass almost every day on the way downtown: how rich in expession, how firm and steady under the storms. He seems to have an eternity to tell miraculous tales, spread around by crows, blackjacks and finches, caressing the branches with their vulnerable wings.