MyDearestLove, at midday there was a sunny clearing up. So I could have a short lunch at Our balcony. It is so delicious to look around and see all these fresh greens exploding all around. Especially now, scintillating by the sunbeamed raindrops. The last shower still moving away through the rivervalley.
As I was looking up into the black and white clouds, I felt Your face invisibly but so warmly shining down to me. As my tears came blurring the fine contours of Our Guardian Oak, I thought back to the heavy work You had to take upon You every day. So many boxes with books to carry, not only to search and send home. But then to check-in, catalogue, store, collect and send-to-deliver.
Always looking for the lowest costs. Travelling through all of Europe, sometimes sleeping in your nighttrain. Buying, producing selfprinted catalogues, trying to deliver within the lower tarifs. Sparing life everyday. Economically dressed, selfknitted pullies, old second-hand bikes.
But we loved it intensely, especially after Mischa was born. We had found our village-settlement by walking along  the Old Rhine-riverside to the East. Sunday after Sunday. Looking for a countryside house with adjacent warehouse or barn. And we were so Lucky to find it all in Our small rural village. Just 2 miles North of the railway-station of the logistical centre of the Netherlands.
We lived and loved Our Small-is-Beautifull life there for thirty years. Until the capitalist greed of homeowners forced Us out. And again, thanks to Your relentness searching and travelling We finally found this amazingly beautifull free gardenhome. And here we are, thirteen years later, My DearestLove, staying forever. ThankYou and Thank God, You brought Us here, in this Spiritual Centre, Our Carlsheaven.