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The Dancing Birch Lady No photo today, but a painting by somebody who is very close to my heart. Because today is special. I want to introduce the Dancing Birch Lady to you and celebrate her life. . Birch trees can get old and yet often manage to still look young outside and stay young inside. They are pioneers and survivors, guardians of life, who take every situation and make the best out of it. So was this particular birch lady, who was born almost a hundred years ago. From the beginning on she grew up on difficult ground and lost her father much too early to get to know him well. She would miss him bitterly for the rest of her life. And the ground remained arid for her, so much so that she was not able to grow in ways her heart really wanted to. "In harsh times a tree does not gain any water or food by just dancing!", so she was told. She had to grow roots to the scarce water first, but nevertheless she managed to not harden completely and kept on moving and dancing. One of her favorite dances was dedicated to painting. She did it whenever she found the time for it. Seeing the moment as nobody else could, holding it on paper. No matter if there was only a minute left, a canvas to paint on or just a napkin, she would find her way to paint, to dance, every now and then. Then, in her thirties, the big seducer of conscience rised in her country and changed everything around her for the worse. Her companion came home with deep wounds both inside and out and his bark had become hard. He was an oak tree with a very strong will and I assume it was the only way for him to stay alive, but it also made it difficult for her to dance with him. The young birch lady was strong in another way. Guided by her inner faith, she remarkably even managed to raise three seedlings on the most inhospitable soil. She lived to let them grow well into this world and so they would. And she still had not forgotten how to dance. Another dance of hers that she loved was to travel to where she had not ever been before, even if it was just for a stroll close to her home or through a book case straight into another world. One may have thought she tried to flee, but that was not it. She would always return refreshed and enthused, ready to get back to the work she came from. I think I understand her: It was her way of keeping the idea of dancing alive in her head, even with steady feet on the ground. Curious by nature, her love for arts and history made her heart and mind light on her travels, lighter than her home was able to make her feel. Soon the next generation arrived, my own generation. We grew up on a rich soil that gave us everything we needed. And again, the Dancing Birch Lady would be there for us. She loved to do the dance of imagination with me and others, of fantasy without borders. Together we would go places that one cannot even travel to with the body. It was an incredible treasure for me, I assume for her as well. Looking back, by now the time spent together with her has grown to little heart-warming eternities in me that will never diminish. At one point in time the Dancing Birch Lady became free from her exterior boundaries and happily embraced the new possibilities, now dancing even more extensively. This was the time she was finally rewarded for many of her efforts over the years. But time passes much too fast for all of us and it even tends to speed up. Dancing with her own legs started to become more and more difficult for her. She frantically fought the limitations with all her power, often successfully, but also hurting herself and her loved ones in this struggle at times. In the very end only the fighting itself was left. On April 19 the Dancing Birch Lady fell, after a full life of 97 years. I miss her deeply, my grandmother. Her life as a whole has not always been a dance exactly. But I know that where she is now she is given a new pair of legs, walking lightly again as a graceful young girl until I’ll meet her again. And so the picture of the dancing birch that she has painted and handed on to me as a gift has finally become the picture of herself that I will keep safe in me. Incredible Boots
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