Today at my job was a day of sorrow. Two bunny kittens died - with only a few hours' interval.
Of course the kids who looked after the particular bunnies were close to devastated. They cried, I comforted as I could best, telling them about nature's ways and that everything would be okay eventually. They asked if there was a such thing as a bunny heaven? I had a second to think it over and said yes, I believe there is.
Then, after the burial and after having crafted two crosses and written on them, the girls made a prayer which was said simultaneously and in which they prayed that God would see to it that there would be sufficient amounts of carrots and green grass in Heaven?
Easter represents the death and the arising of the Lord Jesus Christ. The most holy of times in the Christian Church.
Also the narcissus (called the Easter Lilly here) represents Easter in Denmark, I thought this one from my garden was looking just like today, the last day of Easter this year. It's dying, but the hope of resurrection still stands for all of us.
Yeah, yeah - I know. I'm a sentimental old man going on about my emotions. But this is my weblog - and I'll go on about it if I feel like it
Small flowers are sticking their heads out everywhere in my garden these days. I think they are such small miracles each and everyone of them. I see a world coming alive again when this happens. A rebirth. A re-creation, if you wish.
But as it most often is this time of year, the Weatherman just promised us southern Scandinavians a lot of snow wednesday and thursday this week. But I'll know that underneath the snow, these small flowers will bow their heads and wait for warmer winds to come and loose King Winter's grip on us.
For me, this is a vision of hope. Even though frost and death exist, there's still hope and expectation that it'll all come alive once more.
I will learn from these small friends and endure the snow and the cold. Hoping that life once more will rule my world.
....that somebody killed John Lennon.
I remember sitting in my room with friends, the radio chatting along in the background. We were discussing music, art and the good life when the news on the radio said that John Lennon was murdered in New York outside his home in the Dakota Building.
Never did I experience a stranger silence as after I turned the radio off. It was as if the world held it's breath. All we'd just been talking about, all our hopes and trust in the world was scattered to pieces and thrown out the window.
My personal world will never fully recover. I know that even today.
Here follows a bunch of selected footage with words from Lennon himself. As far as I can see, he's still right in what he says.
WAR IS OVER! (If You Want It) from Yoko Ono on Vimeo.
I am currently sitting in my living room watching the telly and experiencing the terrorist attacks unfold in Mumbai, India.
I don't think this is the time and place to say something clever or analytic about the whole thing. No, this is just a cry out. And an expression of grief and compassion.
Will these sorts of tragic events never come to an end? Slaughtering innocent individuals in order to achieve political goals is disgusting.
My deepest sympathy for the victims and their families, and my most profound disgust toward the attackers.
That's it for now. Maybe later I'll feel like elaborating.
WIDGETIZE