sonnwendfeuer-sonnwendfest

Vor 36 Jahren feierten meine Eltern in ihrem Garten erstmals ein Sonnwendfest und begannen damit einer der wahrlich wenigen Traditionen in meiner Familie. Heute springen und lachen die Kinder der damaligen Kinder durch die Nacht, liegen in den Beeten um die Walderdbeeren zu schnabulieren. Da werden viele Erinnerungen wach. Das Feuer war früher sicher drei mal so groß, die Bäume im hinteren Teil des Gartens ganz klein. Der damalige Umfang würde den Bäumen heute zu sehr zusetzen und meinem Vater auch. An solchen Festen wird der Kreislauf des Lebens sichtbar. Da kommen auch wehmütige Gedanken und die Frage auf was irgendwann mit dem Garten, meinem Kindheitszuhause, wird. Fragen auf die es keine Antwort gibt und so bleibt die Frage im Raum stehen. Jetzt genießen! Das ist doch immer wieder die Botschaft in so vielem.

36 years ago my parents celebrated midsummer in their garden for the very first time, starting one of the truly few traditions in my family. Today the children of the children back then are jumping around and laughing all through the night, are lying in the flower beds munching wild strawberries. Many memories come back. The fire was 3 times as big then, the trees in the back of the garden very small. The former circumference (of the fire – T.N.) would take its toll on the trees today, and on my father, too. These kind of festivities make life´s ongoing cycle apparent. Wistful thoughts arise as well as the question of what will happen to the garden one day, the home of my childhood. Questions to which there are no answer and so the question must be left hanging in the air. Enjoy now! That is the message of so many things.

36 years ago my parents celebrated midsummer in their garden for the very first time, starting one of the truly few traditions in my family. Today the children of the children back then are jumping around and laughing all through the night, are lying in the flower beds munching wild strawberries. Many memories come back. The fire was 3 times as big then, the trees in the back of the garden very small. The former circumference (of the fire – T.N.) would take its toll on the trees today, and on my father, too. These kind of festivities make life´s ongoing cycle apparent. Wistful thoughts arise as well as the question of what will happen to the garden one day, the home of my childhood. Questions to which there are no answer and so the question must be left hanging in the air. Enjoy now! That is the message of so many things.