Et digt/ A poem: The crispness of an Autumn morning.

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Jeg sad helt uforstyrret (af tanker, bekymringer etc.) en tirsdagsmorgen, da et digt kom (og ja, det kom på engelsk 🙂 ). Det fik mig til at tænke på hvor megen magi, der findes. Magi, som kan nå os, når bare vi slipper alle vores planer, al vores kontrol. (Det er ikke det samme som at lade stå til, selvfølgelig).

I sat undistrubed (by thoughts, worries etc.) one Tuesday morning, when a poem came to me (in English). It made me think of how much magic really exists. Magic, that can reach us when we let go of all our plans, all our control.

The crispness of an Autumn morning,
awakens and refreshes the soul,
the leaves, turning
from green to bright yellow to fiery red,
The soft morning light
stretching across the meadows;
life’s twinkling in the air.

PS: Jeg arbejder stadig bag kulisserne, og da jeg også skal til Danmark (bl.a på retreat på et slot og kloster i slutningen af denne uge) bliver dette ugens eneste indlæg. 🙂 God uge! / PS: I’m still working behind the scenes and since I’m going to Denmark this week (for example to go on a retreat at a castle/convent) this is this week’s only post. Have a good week!

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