Cleaning lights

Coming home from christmas you are filled with friendly noise, warmth and the memories of bright hours in good company. Sharing meals is an aspect of enlived charity - and shared meals stay the longest in man's memory. :)
These memories are of the kind that have to last, for the winter will be long, and kind of endless after New Year.


People will find back into their old shoes, will loose civilized christmas-manners, as soon as the christmas-lights are extinguished and "cleaning lights" are turned on in late January.
Keeping the spirit of christmas seems to be impossible - that's why we have to celebrate it the exaggerated way we do.
Cleaning lights reveal truths - like kilos and fat, wrinkles, or the reading glasses I now have to use. (°!°)
Cleaning lights focus on an elusive discovery.










It is a deeper understanding of loneliness.
Having no children at a certain age means, the female purpose is gone, leaving nothing but you to the quest for meaning. A thin line to walk on.
A fact that no mother will ever be able to understand.
It might be the root of melancholy in my books.

Last night the northwind bit into my face when I asked him for a direction or just an idea. He remained grim and silent, having no idea for himself as he passed by. Poor guy. For I am richer than he can ever be:
Once again it was the horse that dried the tears of lostness and made me laugh - in the middle of the night, in snow as deep as to my knees, far away from whatever-lights. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2H2H1PEQ4E

God gave three magic horses and a magic pen to keep me alive.