Es war, als hätt' der Himmel
Die Erde still geküsst,
Dass sie im Blütenschimmer
Von ihm nun träumen müsst'.
Die Luft ging durch die Felder,
Die Ähren wogten sacht,
Es rauschten leis' die Wälder,
So sternklar war die Nacht.
Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.
- "Mondnacht", von Joseph von Eichendorff (1837)
Lauer Regen, Sommerregen Rauscht von Büschen, rauscht von Bäumen. O wie gut und voller Segen, Einmal wieder satt zu träumen! War so lang im Hellen draussen, Ungewohnt ist mir dies Wogen: In der eignen Seele hausen, Nirgends fremdwärts hingezogen. Nichts begehr ich, nichts verlang ich, Summe leise Kindertöne, Und verwundert heim gelang ich In der Träume warme Schöne. Herz, wie bist du wund gerissen Und wie selig, blind zu wühlen, Nichts zu denken, nichts zu wissen, Nur zu atmen und zu fühlen!
– Hermann Hesse
1 Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy:
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.
2 Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe:
Be there at our labors, and give us, we pray,
your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.
3 Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace:
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
4 Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm:
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.
- Jan Struther (1931)
Person who wants to do stuff trapped in a body that needs to lie down
If only I could do that...
“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.”
— Tupac Shakur
Alpine Lakes Wilderness, WA
© Hannah Aspen
instagram.com/hannahaspen
theres something about being disabled and needing to sit down constantly in public spaces that makes you notice how often benches are put up as tributes and memorials. and before i hit an age where i really started to need them as frequently i think i never fully understood the sentiment but now its become very endearing to me. a bit of relief and care for you in the name of someone who offered us the same… i dont think i had a point with this post but i hope everyone thats been memorialized as such knows how loved they were to become synonymous with respite even to total strangers