“At any time you can ask yourself: At which threshold am I now standing? At this time in my life, what am I leaving? Where am I about to enter? What is preventing me from crossing my next threshold? What give would enable me to do it? A threshold is not a simple boundary; it is a frontier that divides two different territories, rhythms, and atmospheres.” ~ John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us
Hope must die
“So I have learned not to fear the death of hope. In order for me to stay in this work, hope must die…I don’t really want to recount all the ways that hope has let me down; it’s so damn painful. But all of this comes with living, with struggling, with believing in the possibility of change. The death of hope gives way to sadness that heals, to anger that inspires, to a wisdom that empowers me the next time…” ~ Austin Channing Brown, I am still here
“The bush burned, was alive with flame and was not consumed. Why? Isn’t it because, as a bush, it was perfect? It was exactly as a bush is meant to be. A bush certainly doesn’t have the opportunity for prideful and selfish choices, for self-destruction, that we human beings do. It is.“ ~ Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
How do you get to the place where you are not consumed?
The artist’s work is homeless in the deepest sense even though it is also real work alongside scholarship and church and state. Art does not come within the sphere of our work as creatures or our work as sinners saved by grace. As pure play it relates to redemption. Hence it is at root a non practical and lonely action. It belongs to the empty sphere of the uncontrollable future in the present. ~ Karl Barth
Where do you enter homeless play?
“Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy?” Isaiah 55:2
300 km of bike trails with 43 wind, water and horse mills make this region in Germany unique. The mills are in operation from April to October serving oven-warm butter cake to the creaking and rustling of the mill wings.
What makes your region unique?
“It is good to make an end of movement, to come to a point of rest, a place of pause. There is some strange magic in activity, in keeping at it, in continuing to be involved in many things that excite the mind and keep the hours swiftly passing. But it is a deadly magic; one is not wise to trust it with too much confidence. ~ Howard Thurman
What keeps you from making an end to movement?