sobota, 11. maj 2013

PST in Siddharta



Hm, letos se prvič po skoraj desetletju nisva udeležila PST-ja, zaradi neodložljivih obveznosti, pa še bolje tako, to vidim zdaj, ko so se stvari kar same od sebe poklopile.

Ko še nič ni kazalo na to, da se pohoda ne bova mogla udeležiti, naju je zelo skrbelo, kako bova zjutraj vstala, ko pa greva večer pred tem na Siddhartin koncert. Močno močno pa sva si želela obojega. [In še vedno sem trdno prepričana, da bi zmogla oboje, zlahka! :)]

No, zdaj se je izkazalo, da še vreme sodeluje s stanjem, kakršno pač je; v tej smeri namreč, da nama ne zbuja preveč skomin [zgornji posnetek s PST-ja je od lani]. Bova šla pa en drug dan, ko posije sonce, sva rekla. :)

Hm, this year, today, is the first one in almost a decade that we didn’t attend the PST memorial-recreation walk, due to unavoidable obligations, but it is better this way, I see this now when things came together by themselves.

At the time when we still didn’t know we will not be able to go to the PST walk, we were very worried about how we will get up on that morning, since we already knew we are going to the Siddharta (one of Slovenian best and most popular groups, just listen to this, for example!) concert the evening before.

And there was no doubt we wanted both very very much. [I still think we could manage both, easily! :)] So, now it turned up that the weather is cooperating with the situation, too; in the way that it does not make us wanting to go very much [the PST-photo above is from last year]. We will go another day, a sunny one. :)

petek, 10. maj 2013

Od Drevoreda do Krčme
From The tree-lined avenue to The pub



Delčki poti na najinih sprehodih po gozdovih sčasoma dobivajo svoja imena. 

Takole si sledijo na najini največkrat prehojeni poti: Skozi drevored, Pri očesu, Pri kakcu (ne sprašujte!), Preža, Ob globeli, Gozdiček, Pri podrtiji, Ob ograji, Na razpotju, Avenija, Borovničeve potke, Pri kukavici, Krčma.
 

[vse to so seveda samo predeli gozda, nobenih hiš, ograj itd]

Miro’s and my habit is that we spontaneously give names to pieces of paths on our walks through forests.


Here is how they follow on our most often taken route: Through the tree-lined avenue, At the eye, At the poop (don’t ask!), A lookout, By the canyon, Little grove, At the wreck, By the fence, At the crossroads, The boulevard, Blueberry paths, At the cuckoo, The Pub.
 

[these are all just forest elements, no actual houses, fences or so]

torek, 7. maj 2013

Sestavljam si vesolje
Building up my universe


Pride čas, ko si je treba ponovno sestaviti vesolje.
There comes a time when you have to rebuild universe again.

Ponavadi sem to storila v dneh globoke brezvoljnosti, ki je ni bilo moč pojasniti,
v času meglenega brezupa, neopisljive ravnodušnosti in … niča brez konca in kraja.
Takrat, ko ne pomaga res nič, sežem po sestavljanki iz otroštva.
I have usually been doing this in days of deep apathy that could not be explained,
in the time of a foggy hopelessness, indescribable indifference and … an endless and placeless nothing.
In the time when really nothing helps I reach for my childhood puzzle.

S sestro sva jo dobili za Dedka Mraza, ko sva bili še obe predšolski
in že takrat me je začaral ta krog pokrajin.
Potem je za dolgo let izginila iz mojega življenja in se spet vrnila, ko sem bila že odrasla.
My sister and I had got it for a New Year’s gift when we were both still preschool girls
and I remember being so fascinated by this landscape circle.
One day it disappeared from my life and then returned again when I was already grown up.

Oh, če kaj, potem ta sestavljanka slika moje prvinske predstave!
Tisti otroški pogled na svet, upanje, lepoto, raznolikost, povezanost,
enost, brezmejnost, čarobni krog, ki se vrti in vrti in vrti.
Oh, if anything then it is this puzzle that paints my primal imagination!
A child view to the world, hope, beauty, diversity, povezanost, being one, borderlessness,
the magic circle that goes around and around and around.

In takrat enkrat, ko je bil svet spet enkrat brez pomena,
so se mi oči zataknile na tej škatli in sem počasi začela sestavljati koščke.
Sploh ne morem opisati počutja!
Vame so počasi polzeli vsi tisti občutki miru, ravnotežja
in počasi počasi se je netila iskrica življenjske strasti.
Ponovno sem si sestavila vesolje.
And one day when the world had seemed once again without meaning
my eyes were caught by this box that came back in my life again.
I slowly started composing those pieces.
I cannot even describe how I felt at the time!
All those feelings of peace and balance moving back inside of me
and slowly slowly the sparkle of life passion was waking up.
I rebuilt my own universe again.

Kadar sestavljam to svoje vesolje, prebivam v vseh teh čudovitih pokrajinah,
pokrajinah, tako čarobnih, da sem se kot otrok vsakič mučila izbrati eno sámo,
tisto popolno, najlepšo, najprivlačnejšo, tisto, v kateri bi živela,
pa mi nikoli ni uspelo odločiti se, ker so mi bile ena bolj pravljična od druge.
When I build this universe, my universe, I reside in all those wonderful landscapes,
landscapes so magical that I had tortured myself as a child every time to choose a single one,
that the most perfect, most beautiful and attractive, the one I would live in,
but I never succeeded to decide because I considered one more fairytale-like than another.

Odkrivala sem tudi pokrajine v ljudeh. V ljudeh je tako veliko čudovitih pokrajin.
V opravah, ki sem jih občudovala, v tako pisanih srcih ljudi, ki jih premore ta naša Zemlja
in katerih sklenjeni krog se zaradi pokrajin v njih samih pne onkraj vesolja.
I had been also discovering the landscapes in people. There are so many wonderful landscapes in people.
In folk costumes that I have been admiring, in such colourful hearts of humans that our Earth is
enriched by and because the landscapes within themselves their rounded up circle is rising beyond space.

Ja, take kroge sem sestavljala takrat in spet jih, enako kot prej,
vsako vrstico posebej, vrstico za vrstico, brez prehitevanja z naslednjo.
Najprej zunanji krog in potem navznoter, v samo središče, v bistvo.
Ko vstavim zadnji košček, je kot da bi našla seme življenja.
Yes, this kind of circles I had been building then and I do again, the same way like before,
one row at the time, row after row, without overtaking with the next one.
First the outer circle and then towards inside, into the centre itself, into the essence.
When I insert the final piece I feel like I have found the seed of life.

Pokrajine, v katere se potapljam in jih vedno nanovo odkrivam, tiste v naravi in tiste v ljudeh,
središče obojega pa je tukaj in tam, povsod in nikjer, zdaj in takrat, nikoli in vedno.
Moj popolni krog. Moja mala zasebna terapija. Da najdem spet svoj svet,
svoje bistvo, stik z vsem, nov zagon, da poženem spet ta svoj popolni krog.
The landscapes into which I dive and rediscovering every time anew,
those in the nature and those in the people, but the centre of both is
here and there, everywhere and nowhere, now and then, never and always.
My perfect circle. My little private therapy. To find my world again, my essence,
the connection with everything, a new kickoff, to drive my circle again.

Nedavno sem ga prvič sestavila iz nasprotnega razloga - ker sem letela na krilih energije,
ga takoj nato razdrla in dala sestaviti še Miru.
Se je na koncu pohecal, da si je sestavil mandalo. Pa res! :)
Recently it was the first time I wanted to put it together because I was flying on the wings of my energy,
then I destroyed it and gave it to Miro to built it.
At the end he smiled and provoked me that he has built himself a mandala. So he did! :)

ponedeljek, 6. maj 2013

Kličem sonce!
Calling sunshine!



A ker ga ni, lepim tule še dve pomladno nasmejani jedi, ki smo ju nedavno naredili iz tistih lastnoročno nabranih divjih špargljev, eno jajčno jed in eno juho. Z ono prvo torej tri vse skupaj - ni slabo, hm!

Da bodo tudi posnetki trije, dodajam enega logaškega s tega konca tedna. Ah!

[Tik preden sem končala s sestavljanjem objave, se je pokazalo sonce, prisežem! :)]

But because there is none, I am posting here two more dishes with a spring smile that we managed to do few weeks ago from those wild asparaguses we have self picked; one egg dish and one soup. So, with that first one altogether three – not bad, hm!
 

To continue with the number I am adding a picture from Logatec this weekend just to make it three.

[While I was finishing this post the sun appeared, I swear! :)]

nedelja, 5. maj 2013

Lena nedelja
A lazy Sunday



Zasmilila se nama je natakarica, da bi samo zaradi naju morala po vseh tistih stopnicah,
ki so poleg vsega še zelo neugodne, ker so v delu,
pa se je Miro odločil, da gre in naju kar sam postreže. :)

We felt sorry for the waitress who would have to climb all those stairs just for us,
stairs also very tricky because being in construction,
so Miro decided to do it by himself and served us like a pro. :)

sreda, 1. maj 2013

Ogenj, pesem, družno!
Fire, song, united!



Če za nič drugega, so reklame, s katerimi nas bombardirajo vsak dan, odlične za podkuriti prvomajski kres! Na ta način narediš iz brezveznega nebodigatreba nekaj zares združevalno toplega.

Zbrani na kup, kar nekaj nas je bilo, smo imeli svoj mali zasebni vrtni kres, tak zares taprav in po vplivu na srca prisotnih ljudi hudo konkurenčen vsem onim javnim, zraven pa poslušali nabor partizanskih domoljubnih pesmi – oh, saj veliko jih poznam, ampak ko sem jih takole zbirala na seznam, ja, za to stvar sem bila zadolžena jaz, sem videla, koliko jih je in kako lepe so. Mravljinci!

In mravljince sem imela tudi v osnovni šoli, ko smo peli tole pesem, sploh tisti del: veter potepuh ... mesec lenuh … :) Ta del mi je bil vedno tako zelo všeč. :) Ah, prelepi spomini!

If for nothing else, these advertising brochures which we are bombed with every day, they are perfect to make a May Day bonfire! This is one way to turn a completely useless annoyingness into something really unifying and warm.

Gathered together, quite a lot of people, we had our own very small private bonfire, such a real one, very comparable to the public ones if you measure its impact on the hearts of the people present, and we listened old rebellion partisan songs. I forgot how many there are and how really beautiful – they give you shivers down a spine!

torek, 30. april 2013

Smrdljivka, ki ne smrdi
A stinker that doesn't stink


Ne, ne tale žužka ... no, lahko, da je smrdljivka, kaj pa vem, ampak ta ni tista iz naslova.
No, not this bug ... well, it could be stinker, what do I know, but it is not the one from the title.

O tejle govorim! This is the one I am talking about!

Prej pa še ... But first some ...

... mladi smrekovi vršički ... ... young spruce tips ...

... mlade borovnice ... ... young blueberries ...

... in mlada praprot. ... and young fern.


Navadna smrdljivka se torej reče tej rastlinici; prav res ne vem, zakaj, ker ne smrdi, prej nasprotno – ima prijeten vonj po kuhanem krompirju, zato ji mi doma rečemo kar krompirjeva smrdljivka.

Podobna je regratu, le da ima liste še bolj izrazito nazobčane (hkrati pa so nežnejši za jesti kot regratovi), manj košat rumen cvet in manj grenak okus. Raste od pomladi pa vse v poletje v gozdovih po skoraj vsej Sloveniji.
 

Jaz jo imam zelo rada!

Sem iskala kakšen primeren članek o tem, da ga prilepim zraven za tiste, ki vas zanima še kaj več o tej zdravi divji rastlinici, in ko sem zagledala ime Dario Cortese, sem si rekla, seveda, to bo to, ne iščem več dalje - če se kdo spozna na divjo hrano, je to omenjeni gospod. :)

So, this wild food is called smrdljivka [=stinker] in my language, but I don't know why because it does not stink at all, rather contrary – it has a smell of a cooked potato, so in my family we call it krompirjeva smrdljivka, a potato stinker. :)


I found a Latin word, aposeris foetida, but I don’t know what is its English name.


It looks like a dandelion, just that it has even more serrated leaf edges (but at the same time it is much gentler to eat), it has less bushy yellow blossoms and less bitter taste. You can find it in the forests throughout almost entire Slovenia in spring and summer.


I like it very much!

ponedeljek, 29. april 2013

Drobni darovi
Tiny gifts


V Volčjem Potoku mi je od nekdaj najbolj všeč tale prehod iz štorov, ki te popelje
na drugo stran jezerca - taka pustolovsko-romantična mešanica, ani!
Of all the features in Volčji Potok my favourite has always been this cute stump-passage
to the other side of the lake - such a romantic-adventurous mixture, isn't it!

Kot nagajivi zeleni spomladanski metuljčki v trebuhu! :)
Like the naughty green spring butterflies in a stomach! :)

Občudujem drevesa - kakšna življenjska sila! I admire trees - what a life force!

Te barve, srčnost, ljubkost, vonj in žar - domišljam si, da je vse to samo za nas,
da nam krasi življenje. Gotovo je, kako če biti drugače! :)
All these colours, heartness, cuteness, smell and passion - I pretend
it is all here just for us to adorn our lives. It must be, what else! :)

Pravljična pokrajina - podobna tistim iz prvinskega spomina.
Fairytale landscape - like the ones from a primal memory.

Knjige = narava, narava = knjige. Books = nature, nature = books.

Spokojnost Tranquillity

Mogočno starodavno rdeče drevo se napaja z ljubeznijo.
Mighty ancient red tree is powered by love.

Prostor za samo sedeti in biti. Place to just sit and be.

Prostor za samo sedeti, biti in ljubiti. Place to just sit, be and love.

Dva svetova, tako blizu drug drugemu. Two worlds, so close to each other.

Še ena sanjska pokrajina - podobna tistim od nekod globoko.
Another dreamy landscape - like those from somewhere deep.

nedelja, 28. april 2013

Osmice
Eights



Danes je 28. april, 800. objava,
neskončno lep in polnokrven dan,
ki osvežuje kot začetek,
z vsem že pridobljenim bogastvom
in brez črvive prtljage.

Today it is 28th of April, 800th post,

infinitely beautiful and foolblooded day
that refreshes like a beginning,
with all so far acquired richness
and with wormy luggage left behind.
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