Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin

Monday, 2 March 2020

Chaos, Enlightenment - or just Life?



Small things usually put the proverbial "final straw" on the heap.

I possess (too) many sweaters, and yesterday, when I felt a bit moody, I remembered (!) my cozy lovely forget-me-not -blue one. (Honestly: to have to remember(!) a favourite(!) tells it all...)

That was my first irritation: am I still myself if I'm not able even to remember what I love? 

The second irritation:
I could not find it. (And I am an orderly woman. OK - my apartment is unethically large - but normally I find what I am looking for).
But I didn't.
That made me think:

1) if I cannot find it in Berlin - Berlin, where I happily spend a part of my life

then it might be in

2) Amsterdam (it is near Amsterdam, but that doesn't matter here) - Amsterdam, where I happily spend a part of my life

or, if it isn't in Amsterdam,

then it might be in

3) Bavaria    (as you know: I respect the wish for privacy of son and DiL and the triplets (though they do not care about privacy - they are half a year old now) - Bavaria - where I happily spend a part of my life now.

Seems I lost track. 
Seems - though I love it in all three places! - I lost me (a bit).

The forget-me-not-blue sweater might be just a symbol that LIFE throws at me (Nay: it hides it from me! The cozy lovely thing! My soul-comforter!)

Here you see one (!) result of my deep thinking: blogland has me back.

The Beatles sing "I say hello - and you say good-bye"   (thought that line always a bit irritating -  and prefer the Stones).

And hope you say "Hello" too!




12 comments:

  1. Hi Britta, I was very happy to see you yesterday and now today a post! The blue jumper will do the same and reappear, I am sure of that. I am glad all is well in Bavaria. X

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    1. I love that, Rachel, very much, thank you!
      Makes ne think about the word "jumper" too - maybe that's what I do at the moment: jump around. :-)

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  2. H.I. also has disappearing clothing, except they should only be in one place. Welcome back Britta.

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    1. Thank you, Tom! My Life is full of unexpected adventures - had you foretold me that years ago when we met: i would have laughed out loud...
      H.I. wore beautiful black clothes when we met - which let her long full silver hair shine so beautiful!

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  3. Welcome back Britta.There's a superstition here that says if you can't find something you need to turn a glass on the table, give it a try.

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  4. Wow - i love superstitions - would not take the cheaper fly ticket on coming Friday, 13th - honest: i go the next day. :-)
    As to the glass- standing and turning or horizontal?
    Will inform you, Yael, if it worked!

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  5. HELLO! I wonder how many of history's greatest explorers were really in search of their favorite sweaters. So happy to see your post on my reader again.

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    1. HELLO, Geo -I honestly missed your blogs and your wisdom!
      And your question about explorers and favourite sweaters gives me an idea for a story (maybe)...and it lets me see my 'misfortune' in a much more sparkling light, thank you!

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  6. Hello, you! Nice to hear your voice.
    I think the sweater is in Bavaria. It is far more romantic sounding than Amsterdam or Germany. Best of luck.

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    1. Hello, Joanne - I love your tongue in cheek and I think I quite understand the underlying meaning of your advice :-)

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  7. Dear Britta - it is so lovely to have you back in blogland once again.
    Just a couple of days ago I was remembering something that used to be in my life and I wracked my brain but couldn't think what on earth had happened to it or where it was. I found it both upsetting and confusing, and now just two days later I can't even remember what it was I was fretting about - as your title says 'Chaos, Enlightenment - or just Life?'

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    1. Thank you, Rosemary!
      And to hear from you (of all learned persons!) that I am not alone in my quest for -- what was it? --- the holy grail? - no, more profane ---let me think a minute -- ah, yes: things... - that puts up a big shield against my fear of loss.

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