Sunday, December 16, 2007

Lacy light

Lacy light etched a mural on our wall this morning as I sipped my cappuccino and re-read Jared Diamond's Guns, Germs and Steel. (Please click highlighted texts for more information!) Last night Martijn and I had our first romantic evening out since May. We dined at our favorite Maastricht restaurant, now graced with a Michelin rating, and appropriately named, Le Courage. It took a lot of courage for Martijn to sit up for two-and-a-half-hours, but the feast of shellfish soup, baked skate, venison in chocolate wine sauce and a three course dessert eased any dis-ease he may have felt sitting on his reconstructed bottom for such a long stretch. This morning we continued this time of wonder by sleeping in, later breaking fast with oatmeal and fruit.


Later we crossed the hoge brugge (high bridge) to the old city where we visited our favorite gallery which has a large collection of Cornille and other CoBRA artists. Here is Martijn on the high bridge framed by our lovely rolling and currently roiling River Muese. Directly over his left shoulder you see the rocket ship that is the Bonnefanten Museum designed by Italian architect Aldo Rossi and just to the right of that the Kennedy Bridge behind which sits the seat of government for the entire province of Limburg. Later we enjoyed our customary dinner at mother's house, candle lit and cozy. These are truly days of wonder.

2 comments:

Marieke said...

Wow, that sounds like the perfect lovely Sunday, like a normal day if you know what a mean, I can totally imagine that it feels like a miracle after the months you've been through. Keep it up like this! It's fantastic!

Love
Marieke

Anonymous said...

YES Martijn...A beautiful photo of you amid the water and sky. Ahhhhh fresh air!! The out of doors! It made me feel so good just reading about your lovely day! A gift indeed.

I still light my candle for you both every night and I send cancer free energy to the east, as the light comes alive, and flickers and dances across my room. I am forever in awe of the blessing of love that the two of you share.

I keep seeing your winter garden in your apartment and I am reminded of a lovely little poem by Rumi that seems to demand its reading to you both, as you share the beauty of this wonderful season of love and joy.

The Garden of Love

In the endless verdant garden of love,
Sorrow and joy are not the only fruits.
Love lies higher on the trees than these two,
Remaining through all seasons,
green and fresh.

Happy Holidays Dear Ones!
Love & Peace,
Anne