In a few days it will be Eastern. April has to start in a rough winterly way. Though the strong eastern winds have come to rest it's very hard to find signs of springtime arrival around here.
From Writings
The Red Lantern
As the wheel of time turns slowly on and on, the lighting of the red lanterns during the winter solstice ceremony has faded far into the past. On the rhythm of new winter mornings the oak tree has lost most of its last and crackly leafs down the hill slope. There they are picked up by the icy winds blowing from the east. Dancing around in corners like dervishes. A red ribbon remains between the stony grey roots of the tree.
The Four Keys
Shortly after the winter solstice celebration on an early morning I awoke from a dream. It was very short and very clear:
My father rose from the valley of the dead, took my head in both his hands and said: "go in search of the four keys".
Winter Solstice
In the early morning hours of Thursday 22 last December our family left the cosy embeddedness of our dreamworlds for a shivering outside walk down the garden stairway to the oak tree.
Je Maintiendrai
“Point n’est besoin d’espérer pour entreprendre, ni de réussir pour persévérer”.
– Guillaume de Nassau, prince d’Orange