a Belarusian village nook, make a little room

a Belarusian village nook, make a little room

dream a little aqua dream

Off to the village we go, to the country cottage of my lovely friends, Taesa and Tanja (mother and daughter), where I was invited for the weekend.

mp.050920 little huntress Murka 😉

We arrived late in the evening so I could not see outside, but as soon as the sun came out, I went to the nearest window and pressed my face against it, overwhelmed by all the beauty it framed.

Warmth.  I had stepped into a storybook, time-traveled through the night.

I am found, time and time again, in simplicity,
it is the wonder my soul was created for.

I did not notice the missing glass nor the faded paint until I loaded my pictures days later.

Everything was as it should be.

Including the wings in the sky.

There’s so much I’d like to say about this beautiful place, but I think I’ll take my time saying it, showing it.  For now, I’ll just soak up the pleasantness of it all and make a little room, a bitty mudroom just like the one where Grigori and Murka like to rest, and until our next village visit, dream a little aqua dream.

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welcome, sunshine

welcome, sunshine

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“для тебя, Марсия”
(for you, marcia)

mp.050920 (lovely Tanja creating my glorious dandelion crown)

 

спасибо таня (thank you, tanja)
You speak Russian. I speak English. We understand each other beautifully.

hugs
tears
joy

 

how all the more radiantly a heart shines where it is known

dazed

dazed

drawn to rest

one of four chosen (above)
dizzied by details
but the process
process and all its imperfections
this is what speaks to me