Hello dear friends, Recently I was going through my diaries, which brought back many memories. And I experienced things again, fortunately also beautiful memories and I was really back in that time, I was completely there with heart and soul. Something I'm so grateful for, that I could feel the event so exactly again. It inspired me to write a poem about a wonderful memory, and I experienced this event again and again. What a joy it was then, the freedom, not knowing what it was like to be on this earth. This poem is about the fact that as a very young girl I went outside in the early morning, while everyone was still in bed. There was a large swing in our garden, and I swung on that swing as if my life depended on it ;-). And I sang at the top of my voice, unaware that the neighbors could hear me. I yodeled from "high in those Swiss Alps" And I felt like I was in paradise. Quarter to Seven What was my life at a quarter to seven and I sang, my heart on my tongue, the stars down from the sky for my God in heaven. Little legs in the air, high on the swing, higher still my flight, away from earthly restraint. In dreams of lightness, free and glad. One day I shall truly be myself, and free. ----------------------- Dutch: Kwart voor zeven Hoe was mijn leven om kwart voor zeven En ik zong hart op de tong De sterren van de hemel Voor mijn God in de hemel. Beentjes in de lucht hoog op die schommel Steeds hoger mijn vlucht Weg van aards getucht In dromen van opgelucht blij Eens zal ik echt zijn en vrij. ------------------------ Dear friends, thank you so much on your lovely comments on my previous uploads, they are very much appreciated. I'm sorry for my lack of presence here, as for my lack of comments. "I'm not a candle, but I'm still burned out". ;-) With love and hope for everyone who need this. Jacomina. p.s. Afterwards I thought that maybe the fractal wasn't related to my memory, so I posted one of my fractals in Nightcafe, and wrote what I wanted to see. So I also used the ai in the 2nd image, something I never use otherwise. #fractal, #memory, #apophysis, #poem, #nightcafe