Sunday mornings are something of a treat to me. There is a Radio Station called WDR2, “West Deutscher Rundfunk” it says (=western german broadcasting) which has a 1 hour interview with interesting people each Sunday at 8 a.m. . So no sleeping in on Sundays. Getting up in time to get a Cup of coffee ready and listening to this amazing Radio Show.
The woman doing the Show, it’d be called “Sunday questions” in english, really has a wonderful way to talk to people and she has the most interesting people to talk to. A year ago she talked to Imme de Haen, a woman who bought a beautiful old redbrick farm house in northeastern Germany in the middle of spectacular landscapes and started to offer retreats there.
This morning the light was quite autumn-like already. Especially at 7:30, I love to be a “half-early” bird and be up at this time of the day when everything is so quiet and the ligth so special.
Usually, while drinking the first Cup of coffee I take a look at today’s prompt theme of The August Break. I had already taken those photos you’ll see below, capturing the atmosphere (and the aforementioned plum cake ^^) this morning and it was only then that I discovered today’s theme is …
So, here is Sunday morning:
Sunday also is a reading day.
Speaking of this: have you heard about the book “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry”?
Although I still have unread books in the shelve, I went back to read this book on Friday after seeing an article about it..and… I must admit that this book should have been part of my post “The August Break- Books” …
The book is heartbreakingly deep and beautiful. I so went on this pilgrimage with Harold and could not stop reading. Harold develops a real mindful attitude while on his way and his way of being able to listen to people he meets along the way, almost reminds me of Michael Ende’s Momo.
Here are a few quotes for you to get you ….more curious/going to the next library or bookstore ..
“You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don’t even know you can get there isn’t a small miracle; then I don’t know what is.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry