The Miraculous Gift

The evening is tedious, inviting for a round through the garden. This garden which really is our Paradise regained. I mean, it is a kind of new paradise which before we could never have dreamed of. A gift, a real miraculous gift, you still cannot understand how that was possible. It surrounds the hillside house with space to breathe. In spite of all the trees big and small and in spite of all the bushes and shrubs.


Even in the dark you can sense the spaces, the tracks to follow between the firs. And as I did that a short while ago, I can tell you that the fireflies too know their ways to swirm down the hillside. Yes, suddenly I remembered that it could be this kind of warm evening which make the fireflies come down. And they did!

As I asked Willemien to come and join to see these fairy lights wondering through the dark, we felt sorry for Mischa to have missed this opportunity, perhaps feeling a bit like the Putto. A week ago it was simply too cold for them to fly out. But now their glimmering presence illustrates well that in this garden you can experience the rebirth of paradise at any moment. Sure, it brings you a lot of work and you need some luck to see the magical fireflies. Glimpses of Kairos in the Dark.