New generation :)

After last summer which is fair to be remembered as the summer of weddings this is definitely the summer of newborns! I'm so happy for all my friends!!! 

To have a little baby in your hands so fragile and so dependant. A little human being that innocent that is impossible not to love! A new life ! What a tremendous miracle and what a tremendous happiness they must experience!!!! 

Right now I'm just looking the photos my friends sent me. Photos and ultrasound images! I do it again and again. With eyes full of tears and a heart full of love for these little people I try to absorb as much as possible of this miracle! It is the first time I regret so much we live in different countries and I cannot be there, to handshake with my finger their little hands, kiss their little feet, deposit my share of love and promises that I'll take care of their well being with whatever way I can.

Is love transmitted within space without a physical presence? Words can do that but babies cannot understand words. Probably they only understand the warmth of your voice and they feel the pace of your heart. But this is not possible in my case. I hope love does!

I cannot help it but I try to understand if I am an appropriate material for mum... Maybe? At least I have really nice intentions but I am horrified of the responsibility and a bit skeptical on the philosophical idea of giving birth. Anyway there is no space for this kind of thoughts in this post! 

This post is dedicated to Anastasis, to Niki's son, to Ellen's baby, to Ntina's daughter and the Trondesk /French baby we are all expecting!!! 

I wish for all of them to be healthy and happy. To become wonderful people who are going to beautify our world with their presence as their parents have beautify my life! And I wish to my beloved friends to be healthy and happy as well! To be patient and wise, to enjoy every single moment of the upbringing and their offsprings to always make them proud!

A little post for the little gentlemen

( I tried hard to find the version of Nora Brockstedt that I like so much but it is not available in youtube so for those who have spotify please check Lykkeliten of hers)

and another norwegian post for the little ladies having or not blue eyes

Love you all!

Louisa cream

Every time that outside is cold or I feel homesick or I want something warm and sweet (which mostly happens when I feel cold or homesick! ) I make this super easy cream my mum taught me in Easter. My mum is fantastic on experimenting in the kitchen. Even though I wouldn't consider her as a great cook (sorry mama :) ), she is very creative in general and she has definitely come up with some excellent recipes of her own and some new versions of other recipes that I prefer better than the originals. At some point I'll post how to make mousaka that won't give you a heavy stomach afterwards!!!  

The idea of the cream is very simple.

First boil water and add Louisa herb leaves (Lippia citriodora), and when it is about to boil remove the leaves and add some sugar.

Mix corn flour in half a glass of cold water (the ratio is 1 big spoon to 200 ml of initial water but depends how dense you like it),  pour it in the Louisa tea and then stir it to one direction so that it gets denser. Remove it from the heat and pour it in little bowls or a big one as I do! 

It is supposed to be eaten warm so after some minutes of cooling is ready for consumption. 

I have played around with spices and herbs and I would also suggest anise, cinnamon with cardamom, and chamomile but nothing compares to Louisa which gives to the cream this lemon aroma but not the acidity. What I like the most is the elegant aroma the cream has even with cinnamon. This and how light it is!! 

I hope you enjoy it!!

As for me I have decided that I'll name my future daughter Louisa after my mum as she doesn't like her name. It always reminds me my late grandpa, too. He planted it in the garden of his summer house and now whenever I recall my times there, they have the aura of  sea and Louisa! 

Sunset at 'the spot'

Almost eleven in the evening, the sun still high, yellow,orange, pink, light blue and the clouds are reflecting the colour, dye the whole sky... so beautiful! I love that sunset lasts for so long here!
Earlier I went to the spot again.
The spot is a little flat place in the way to Tyholt looking to the town, the sky and the sea.
Spectacular view.

Today I was with a friend, we were coming back from ikea, I miscalculated once again the distance to my place so we were walking for some time before we reached it, talking for life matters and other casual things. I liked it so much! It was so different from all the other times I have been there! Usually the spot is the place where I go when I feel lonely and I try to convince myself that I'm doing fine, that I can have beautiful moments all by myself or when I feel happy and want to extend a bit more this feeling. In the first case it never fails to give me the peace I yearn for. Looking at the wonderful sunsets from there is as if you're shooting misery on the forehead! Very powerful stuff! :) When happy, it definitely enhances the feeling as pure beauty always does! 

In a way is important to have your spots in the city you live, your trees, your benches, your alley, your stones. It's a secret code between you and the town you live. You pass by with other people and you get a bit silent. It's a greeting, followed by a quick flashback of the times you spend there and the things and thoughts that brought you there and in a way you feel connected with yourself again.

And when you share parts of this code with someone, then you know that you have reached the trust that the real friendship requires! Simply wonderful as the sunset tonight! 

''Life happens''

Life seems as a chaotic dance of people moving around, relations starting and dying, feelings growing or fading, new challenges coming up to meet, situations following one another, failure and success, different places as if observed from a car window or mismatching tunes in a radio search for the best station... Inevitable swifts of reality...

and me in the middle of this dance, trying to follow or lead, trying to cope, enjoy, evolve, create roots and bones... 

Yes, yes, I know changes are necessary for life, to move on, to become better. But is it just me who suffers so much with them? I'm always in a kind of psychological inertia and mourning before stepping into a different path, independently of how good the reasons for this step are. It doesn't matter either if it is me who introduces them or the others or just life forces them. I always feel that we give up a part of ourselves, a tiny bit maybe or often times a big one. It's a split anyhow, which we go through for the sake of a better future. A new reality that nobody can secure in advance is risk-free or worth the while. It's a wonder how I find the strength to proceed with all these inhibiting thoughts, but I do and I try to be fair and justify why others do too, despite the pain they cause me.

For now what triggered this post is external so at least I'm saving myself from the doubt ''should I do it or not''. I'm probably also allowed to be as dramatic as I want... No, behave. I'm not drama queen, anyway. I'll play it cool. I cannot do anything drastic so I'll go with the flow. I wish ''good luck'', which seems a very reasonable wish even though I believe a lot more in the chances we create than luck and hope that what is built so far is solid or flexible enough to withstand and survive.