"To me, life is simply too unreal: But it's simply great! Sometimes I'm really envious of myself, and of these prospects, this luck, how fortunate I am. I see her (Lady Luck) as a gigantic present and once again I am confounded;that it is me who has been born into the sunny side of life."."

From a letter Florian wrote on 6.16.1997
 

 
Letter from July 1999 (Florian leaves Camphill and moves to Dublin)

"Now I’m sitting here in the middle of the night and again this emptyness approches. The same feeling I had nearly three years ago. Before I stepped on the plane and left my homeland, I sat there, above the clouds an startet into the distance and surrendered myself to my fate. Today I kow that this has been the best decision in my life and I hope, in a couple of years, in my next situation, I will be able to say the same.....There’s a time for everything. Perhaps I had to learn some things before I could go another step further. Now I am prepared, even if the departure hurts, always. The good thing is that on my travels I’m never going to forget my home harbour, and that I know that I can return any time.

You gave me the compass to take with me on my way and I learned here how to use it. Now it’s time to continue with my travels and the direction is known, but the reefs ramain unchartered and I will only find them when they choose to cross my path. I love you and I thank you for all your help.

Your son Florian"
 

 
In the hollows of quiet places we may meet,
Quiet places where is neither moon nor sun,
But only the light of amber and pale gold
That comes from the Hills of the Heart.

There listen at times:
There you will call and I hear:
There will i whisper and that whisper
Will come to you as dew is gathered into the grass,
At the rising of the moon.

 .
 

 
. Shall I compare Thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all to short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold compexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair some time declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to Thee.

William Shakespeare Sonnet XVIII
 

 
Bless the road

Remember when we walked on hills of heather
Singing waeving mystical rings
Now in a while my precious child
You will unfurl your wings
And I’ll have lost what I believed
Had promised everything
But before you go my friend, my kind companion
Listen to this song I sing
Then go in peace and grow in grace and goodness
Know that you have nothing to fear
And dry your eyes my little one
And let there be no tears
Send me a dream from way beyond
I promise I shall hear
Oh beautiful beloved soul companion
Thank you for these beautiful years
And heaven hold and watch your way forever
May your every dream come true
Forgive all wrong, always be strong
And do what you must do
You stand before this open door
And you must now go through
My precious friend, my own my sweet companion
Bless the road that carries you

Song by Mary Black


by Peter Wever

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