Has it already started then?
That place of the inbetween when silence replaces whatever was there first.
Commitment, companionship, proximity… love.
Once and for all?
For ever and ever?
Over longer or shoter, harder or sensible,
over time and over that space that’s already expanding,
over hearts and stone,
blood and that visceral heartbeat that is the most solitary thing,
there is a change to come.
Soon. And when it’s done.
There will be nothing left.
Of that link. Bond. Heart.
Those oathes, these vows, this ring, this finger.
There won’t be anything but this insurmountable silence,
that unbearable weight of nothing at all.
When nothing’s wrong, and nothing needs to be shared.
Just another day in paradise.
yseult Poetry, Writing
I was awarded my first ever blog award which I find completely humbling. I do live a rather isolated life on this blog an and a lot of the feedback that I get, is not published in the comments, simply because the authors prefer to send them to me over twitter, plurk or Facebook instead of using the already slightly outdated ‘Comment’ function directly under the post.
So, I was really surprised this afternoon when in my inbox I found a comment that was entitled: I’ve awarded you a blog award.
To be entirely honest, I thought it was a spam at first until I read from who it was of course. This was no spam, but a small lovely blog love sent to me by Inge. Thank you very much Inge for the award. You’re a star!
This award seems to be organised in form of an avalanche across the internet and even if normally I do not support anything that even remotely smells of chain mailing, I will make an exception with this one. 
Here are the rules:
1. The winners can add the logo to their blogs.
2. Add a link on your blog to the one awarding you.
3. Sent the Award to at least seven other bloggers who stand out because of content, themes and designs.
4. Put the links of these sites on your own blog.
5. Leave a comment on their site.
And here are my favourite seven:
- Hunk of Junk: Joel – my husband’s blog on the various things life hold in store for him or rather he for the world. A must read on it: his quotes of the month collection. He copied the idea from me, but, dear, oh, dear, he’s made an art out of it!
- The World according to Taquoriaan: Inge’s blog on everything that she goes through or makes. Loved it from the start and always a pleasant read. Particularly her considerations on green living and cooking.
- Will Wheaton in Exile: Don’t remember the name? Really not? And when I say: Wesley Crusher? Aah, see. Knew it. Well, on his side of the world, Will has been busy becoming a splendid writer that has brough more than one tear of both categories into my eyes. His blog is the collection of his change in life as an child star to isolated geek programmer and eventually freeing his poetical soul and father within. A touching story and if you check it out: worth every second you spend in his archive to get the whole story.
- The Happiness Project: Gretchen Rubin’s blog that started when she was writing a book with the same name. She explores the small things in life that might cast a small smile on your face and the ones around you. Quotes, projects and musings. What’s not to love?
- Solvitur Ambulando: Greg’s fairly new blog that good me immediately hooked onto his life story and the retelling of the various stages a man goes through when finding his place between faith, family, work and adoption.
- nBlog: Nike’s blog. She’s a nymph, a medieval storyteller, a mother, a photography and photoshop artist and so much more. The blog is in German and English and worth every second spent on it.
- Mark Johnson’s Blog: My friend and collegue’s personal non-thomistic blog And even though he’s not as active on it as others, ever post brings a small thought where it’s needed.
- Amorphismen: Manfred G.’s – my oldest moderator buddy – first try at a blog (he ended up using Livejournal. *sigh*) and I am so glad he made the jump. His insight and openings on art and German literature, religious studies is fresh and ever time a small surprise is hidden in a new post.
yseult Personal, The Human Mind, Writing Personal
When do we really dare to know, dare to care?
There is a silent whisper whenever the clouds separate themselves,
torn apart by insensitive finger of windy heights,
blown to the extremes of this world,
a whisper that prolonged and minded, speaks of eternity.
With words that no language can bear nor hold,
a symphony of continuous harmony,
creating ever on, like the waves that continue to roll
one after the other, into and onto this land,
into my heart and your eyes.
yseult Philosophy and Pop Culture, Poetry, Writing Poetry
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