Dear friends of Culture at the Centro,
Yesterday I found myself thinking: ‘Oh, if only it could rain.’
Listening inwardly, it was not so much a longing for moisture for nature that spoke to me as a very specific need that can lie dormant in some people. It is awakened, crescendo, at the peak of the outward buzz in the course of the island year. And that is pretty much now: Festivals, music, dancing, beaches, last days of holidays draw out. Village saints and people in traditional costume parading through the streets... Colourful flags in the wind...
A feeling of ‘too much’ spreads and heralds the need to pull oneself together again. It goes hand in hand with the curling of four walls, a pair of long trousers, perhaps a jumper that clings to the skin. And thus shows: Here you have an outer boundary, a protection, an inner space into which you can retreat... And what better excuse could there be for retreating than a grey rainy day?
The first lines of the 23rd weekly saying from the Calendar of the Soul are fitting:
„There dims in damp autumnal air
The senes´luring magic;
The light´s revealing radiance
Is dulled by hazy veils of mist.
(...)"
Greetings in an end-of-summer mood
Mikaela Nowak
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