like coming home

The scent of leather bound books, covered in dust and the wisdom of ages – crisp paper full of words and perfumed in earthy shades by the soil of foreign lands, then again blank sheets waiting to be filled with lines and swirls traced in the sharp, black scent of ink

– and it smells like coming home.

The sound of wind chimes, the tinkling of stringed seashells in the open window, from the house next door the crackling of a small fire and a tea pot singing

– and it sounds like coming home.

Beyond windows wide open vast landscapes, a mighty desert, sheltering green hills, billowing curtains, and at night the Milky Way so clear in the sky above one might believe our planet had rings like Saturn, Jupiter and all those giants – dreams of greatness, feeling humbled by sand and stars and ocean waves

– and it feels like coming home.

 

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Some pictures my mind painted. It all started with the phrase “and it feels like coming come”, which was evoked by a decision I made today. I’ll return to the branch of linguistics I have drifted away from and write my master’s thesis on a topic which will be part of a bigger upcoming project.

I don’t know what will happen afterwards, but I’m not so sure anymore I’ll be ready to leave my academic home and move on towards more technical work next year. I might be here to stay for another couple of years, and yet not to stay. Life is crazy right now, but then again, when has my life been normal the last time? I can’t remember. Always something going on, either trouble or throwing myself into unnecessary work on term papers more complicated than required because I can’t do things the simple way¬† and then feeling depressed because I can’t see the end of said work. Only one more term paper to finish before being free to put all my time into bigger research.

We have weird weather right now, not really warm but somehow sweltering, hot and cold at once. My window is opened as wide as possible because I felt like I was melting and suffocating, but at the same time I’m snuggled into a blanket. I want to live with open windows and vast landscapes outside, always.

 

 

Favourite Friday: moment of today

I came home from university where I had been tutoring a small group of younger students (nice part-time job – although I had to deal with the odd guy who decided he won’t believe me that [u] is a high vowel …), on my way had I stopped to get some groceries, and when I came home, I felt exhausted despite having had lunch and the day not being advanced beyond 2pm. Somehow I ended up tending to my tiny window sill garden, watering and planting some more, and then I just sat there on my old stool, looking at the green sprouts and leafs, looking out of the window at the departing rain clouds, and thinking. It felt so nice, so peaceful. I like my tiny garden and the earthbound joy it brings. I won’t be able to feed us for more than a few days just on what I grow, but still it makes me feel better and more alive to see the seeds become tiny plants and hopefully tasty vegetables later.

green kitchen

The last few days I spent too much of my free time looking at Fisheye Placebo art in Yuumei’s deviantART gallery and her Tumblr. (You can read the whole comic/graphic novel on tapastic http://tapastic.com/series/fisheye for free! Go check it out!)

Well, the combination of the cherry trees blooming our city and seeing this picture too often …

Fisheye Placebo: Background Concept Art 2, Artist: Yuumei (Wenqing Yan), Original on deviantART: http://fav.me/d5sxdof

… resulted in our kitchen turning greenhouse:

There are some cherry branches in water, because I read that they might grow roots, but you have to take off the blossoms so they don’t use all their energy on these. In the tiny pot there are some lemon seeds, and today’s addition is the juice-to-go plastic cup. I put soil, moss, a stone, a random tiny plant from our roof inside, together with some ivy from the big jar on the cupboard, to create a small “ecosphere”.

The ivy and the other green plant have been on the kitchen cupboard before, but “other green plant” has a new offshoot, which is now dangling into a jar of water to grow roots, too. Not included in these pictures are the flower box and the flower pot, which are sitting on the window sill as well. In these I planted cucumbers, carrots, garden radish, and kohlrabi some days ago – and they are already sprouting like crazy! And I put a piece of broccoli stem halfway into the soil as well, maybe it will also grow new roots?