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Heute möchte ich euch einen Ausschnitt aus dem Gedicht "Kindness" von Naomi Shihab Nye schenken. Vorerst wird dies mein letzter Tagebucheintrag, denn die Situation in den letzten Tagen hat sich doch rasant geändert und obwohl ich denke, dass wir noch lange mit Corona zu tun haben werden, sitzen wir wohl zukünftig nicht mehr soviel zuhause. Wir führen nicht mehr Tagebuch. Wir müssen auch kein Tagebuch mehr lesen. Ich weiß nicht, wie es Euch geht, aber auch mein Arbeitspensum hat in den letzten Tagen rasant zugelegt. Die Tochter soll sogar bald zurück in die Schule. Nur in kleinen Gruppen und nur einmal die Woche. Aber das reicht ihr auch. Ist ihr eigentlich fast zuviel. Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness you must travel where the white Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive. Before you know...

Naomi Shihab Nye The Art of Disappearing When they say Don't I know ? Say no When they invite you the party remember what parties are like before answering. Someone is telling in a loud voice they once wrote a poem. Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply. If they say We should get together. say why? It's not that you don't love them anymore. You're trying to remember something too important to forget. Trees. The monastery bell at twilight. Tell them you have a new project. It will never be finished. When someone recognizes you in a grocery store nod briefly and become a cabbage. When someone you haven't seen in ten years appears at the door, don't start singing him all your new songs. You will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf. Know you could tumble any second. Then decide what to do with your time. Dies ist mein liebstes Gedicht einer meiner liebsten Dichterinnen. Ich kann es diesmal nicht übersetzen,...

This morning, while reading my daily quote from Barbara Abercrombies  A Year of writing dangerously  I read there about the necessity for solitude in order to remain sane and keep writing. Without solitude, no art. Without solitude, no sanity. I couldn't agree more. Its a sometimes painful truth for me in this busy life we all have to lead that it can be so very diffucult to find enough solitude for my sanity. Among others she mentioned Naomi Shihab Nyes poem  The Art of Disappearing  as a written testimony dealing with how to have these times of solitude often "against" the demands of others, and ones life in general. I really liked this poem. It expressed a lot of what I was thinking, what I was longing for, what I was trying to express myself during the past maybe fifteen years, could be even more. The Art of Disappearing. I want to learn it. I want to be able to just disappear in the middle of everything. When everybody in my office is dealing with bureaucrati...