that long Sunday

there are days when you feel like walking with giants.
as if you were close to being one of them.
then, there are days when you feel like being close to the giants.
and you're humbled and lifted up at the same time.

i've spent a month home, drifting along and letting life happen. it has been a wonderful and lazy time, and all the to-dos have been pushed off till there's only a week left till the next departure. that would be now.
i have recovered from the american summer, had good times with friends, helped out "my" families, digested quite a lot of stuff, played some music, picked raspberries, married off a friend, was running around the forest with kids/ymca and doing quite a lot of other things for the Y, took some lectures on politics/democracy, kept explaining people how i think all is gonna work out with my weird lifestyle and pretty much bought the story myself, witnessed that whole national elections' thing, had some walks and talks and.. in short, i've been living.
as i keep on saying to justify my standstills, being idle doesn't mean nothing happening. there's that inner processing that has now taken decisions seemingly on its own. gives me plenty of work for the next months and a few very valuable guiding lights.

as i'm trying to shape up for getting back to a more responsible and engaged way of being as well as for being away and going around again.. i wish something good is happening with you. make up with life, forgive all that can be forgiven and then a bit more. and.. penetrate*. we're all much more than we think we are.

*my new favorite song by Indra Mangule and Lluis Mactley. 
not available to the public yet. i'll try to change that.