This blog is an egotistical project, from beginning to end. I wouldn’t have said a word about anthroposophy or that ancient, dead guy, had they not had so much to do with me, had I not felt compelled to do something about this. Lately, I’ve felt I’ve been absent here. I’ve written few posts, and some were even useful, they argued important things. But other than that, I’ve felt absent. Time to insert myself here, once again. Bring things back to what they were. I’d like to sit in a corner of one of those sofas… a lot more. Champagne and ice-cream; people chatting about… what is it now, I’m out of the loop again — anthroposophy without waldorf, waldorf without anthroposophy…? I hope Rudi recognizes me when he wakes up from his nap.
I already posted this on facebook, because I didn’t think it fit here. But then I thought, it does. I love the reflections of the trees and the sky. The evening sun making the flowers shine. The place is lacking sofas.
It was summer then, july. Yesterday, the first snow fell in Stockholm. Winter darkness is enshrining us.