time

one of those days
too many things to do
time is flying

i didn’t go on any long walks
i didn’t do a lot of writing
i did only do a little bit of collecting and learning about edible wild plants
i didn’t work on my 3 piece walking suit
i didn’t decide on what i want to present this friday yet
i didn’t embroider any memories in the pockets of the clothes i dragged all the way from barcelona through europe in an impossible suitcase

but i baked bread every morning
and i observed my 4 snails being slow
i wore my suit
i made new friends
i listened to amazing musicians from around the world playing life music just around the corner for three days in a row
i ate a 3 course breakfast, afternoon cakes decorated with starts and happy skulls, amazing dinners prepared by the Nomads every day
i heard a replica of the oldest instrument in the world (50.000 years at least) being played
i was given cave bear bones
i danced on my golden shoes
and i had beautiful talks with more people than i could ever have wished for

sometimes we say we don’t have time
but we do
it is there and we move around in it
you just have to find it, take it, get lost in it

(photo: cerkno divje babne cave wall, the oldest known archaeological site in Slovenia, layeres and layers of compressed time)