Tuesday, 25 January 2022
Muddy thinking
Monday, 24 January 2022
First!
At the moment the weather is blah - and I feel a bit blah - though yesterday son&DiL&triplets&I visited a wild boar enclosure. The boars looked at us and thought us blah - to rise their spirits I told the triplets that in Bavaria there are many men who wear strange felt hats with a little tuft of hair on one side - made of hog's bristle.
In their very young life they neither had seen that nor heard of it, and they giggled, while the boars in front of us were not interested at all and turned their back to us and snuggled into the mud, munching uncooked spaghetti - at least they have a crush on something!
Back later on my way to the postbox I saw the first snowdrops, and my cheerfulness rose. The very first hint of spring!
Friday, 21 January 2022
Did you dream last night?
The question is not correct: you did dream (scientists say), but you might not remember your dream. Or better: your dreams.
When we lie in our bed "like batteries in a recharger", Pia Ratzesberger writes in the Süddeutsche Zeitung (a newspaper article I refer to most of the time), over our lifetime we spend "dozens of years in our own motion picture" - mostly without remembering it.
"The night knows three phases, which repeat themselves after 90 to 110 minutes like the news programme on TV, and we dream in all of them".
Dreams, though they often seem surreal, cannot utterly escape reality - "our environment pushes through like a pencil through carbon paper". There are different parts of the brain involved: in the beginning the front part of the brain, where our critical thinking sits, logic. The thalamus in the inter brain works like a doorkeeper, he decides which impressions are allowed to enter and which not, and the firmer we close the door the deeper we sleep.
In the first part of the night dreams are more like snapshots of the day.
The eerie part of the night begins after more than one hour, the brain region for logic slows a bit down, while the limbic areal, responsible for emotions, starts to work. Our eyes move rapidly, we "fall into scenic dreams, as if we were on LSD." Three phases of sleep rotate - most intensively we dream when the morning is nearing - thus we often can remember those dreams better.
"In Japan researchers in 2012 could predict with relativ high verisimilitude if a man in a sleep laboratory would dream of an animal or a car". (Hahaha: my impression: most men do that night and day, dream of a car!)
Dreams of falling, of examinations, of coming too late, are "classic dreams", writes Pia. And I didn't know that you can find in the Internet a huge dream diary, with more than 30 000 entries!
"At least half of the people we meet in a dream we know from our day"
And the phenomenon of the nightmare thrives - not surprising - in crises. Pandemic nights.
Children and about 5% of grown-ups suffer from frequent nightmares. Psychologists as Michael Schredl found a way to work with that: one should draw the dream into the day by writing, drawing, and thinking how one can change it. One should do that at least two weeks, 10 minutes a day. "Image Rehearsel Therapy" can even help to heal deep traumata as those of war veterans or rape victims.
How to find out what your dreams want to tell you is another field of explorance - but not new. Around 200 AD, Artemidor of Daldis wrote a book with 300 pages, a reference book for dream interpreters. Sigmund Freud springs to our mind, too.
Dreams can work as a therapy, preparing us to meet the reality of the day, or help us to train things we wouldn't dare to try in real life - falling, flying, fighting with a bear.
Dreams do a sort of "reset" in our brain, and allow it to make different bondings and combinations than in daytime. I love the explanation why we cannot remember much in the morning: "If a man compartmentalises in sleep to recover, to clean his hard disk, it would make not much sense if we wake up in the morning with a full memory card."
One of the last sentences of this article is unsettling - but it follows a happy end:
"The capitalisation of sleep has long ago started. We slick sleeping pills, and put on sleep-tracking watches (...)" (Dream) was till now the only place, in which we cannot do anything, and do not have to do anything. Maybe thus it is quite good when it is always one step ahead, and we cannot catch hold of it completely."
PS: I am proud of the photo I took this early morning - it visualises dream quite well, I hope.
(My personal view on dreams I will present later in a snippet.)
Wednesday, 19 January 2022
Snippet: I am an omnivore, but...
Sunday, 16 January 2022
A Snippet of Vita's Wisdom on Flowers
Saturday, 15 January 2022
La Vie en Rose
Yesterday I wanted to pre-order my favourite rose "Gertrude Jekyll" for my Bavarian balcony too, and by chance I found this link:
https://www.welt-der-rosen.de/adressen/dtl2.htm (you have to copy it, sorry)
"Only" for German rose gardens, but the idea of such a specialised survey is bright. There are three rose gardens in my neighbourhood which I never heard of.
So fascinating, enthusiastic (and a bit fanatic) - I would enjoy and use a list of rose gardens for England when pandemic allows me to come again.
Thursday, 13 January 2022
Snippets.
My new idea to serve you sometimes just "Snippets" fascinates me.
As before I will write long posts, but more often a short one - sometimes I will serve you a Lungo, sometimes an Espresso. You might want to chat with me, or just enjoy the cuppa in silence.
Variety, change: life is bursting with possibilities.
Whenever you see the photo above it signals: "Snippets". Hope you have as much fun as I!
Snippet: Fasting
I add something new to my blog: "snippets" shall be short posts about something that shoots through my mind - evoked by a newspaper, or a blog, or something I experienced.
In German telephone booths (used before the unimaginable time before the existence of cellphones), hung a plate with the words "Fasse dich kurz!" = "Make it short". (Very difficult for me)
So:
At the moment I do a "sort of" fast, just for fun: for four weeks I do not drink any alcohol. Instead of the glass of wine in the evening (with 0,1 - 0,2 l a ridiculous thimble in they eyes of the hardboiled) I drink a nice cup of herbal tea. No problem at all - I just wanted to find out if I miss it.
Till now I don't.
Query: Do you fast? On what? Why? How long? Do you feel an effect?
Sunday, 9 January 2022
Pink Puschel-Mania
Sunday, 19 December 2021
Merry Christmas!
Tomorrow I travel to Berlin, so I will use the opportunity to send you, my blogger friends, the best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Stay healthy and in good mood, be thankful for family and friends. I hope to see you all in 2022!
Yours truly
Britta
Monday, 13 December 2021
So useful - once...
Saturday, 4 December 2021
In Cold Blood
The last days we had snow in Bavaria. A lot of snow.
Which I enjoyed tremendously.
A "funny" card hangs in the entrance hall that every tenant puts one hook further under the name of the next tenant - after a day of a lot (!!!) of hard shovelling. Cold Comfort Farm.
Fair deal - though I, city-spoilt, am neither used to clean the stairwell (we are 4 tenants) - including even the washhouse (and honestly: the stairwell, cleaned weekly is spick and span, so why bother every week - yet, of course I do (every fourth week) - nor shovelling snow.
It might substitute my fitness-centre (closed thanks to Corona): it must be done at 7 in the morning (I am a lark - that is not the problem - but they do so long and unnecessary parts in front the house (never used paths, Where Angels Fear to Tread) and in the street - shiver, shiver). AND it must be done as often as snow comes down (how can people do that who are at work in the nearby town?) till 7 o'clock in the evening.
In Berlin we have a janitor, who does the snow-shovelling, and two men who clean the stair well of the huge house built in 1902.
But I thought a while. Lady Chatterley sprang to my mind. NO - not what you might expect - but one of the tenants is a young forest ranger. So: quite strong. We made a deal: I pay good money for him shovelling the snow on the day when The ICEMAN my turn Cometh.
So we are both happy - and I am free to go to Berlin without having to speculate whether snow will fall or not. Perfect.

