#gravhøje

[creationfromnothingness]

J.Th. Lundbye: En gravhøj fra oldtiden ved Raklev på Refsnæs, 1839

[pumpking64]

glædelig sankthans! may we have plenty of rain so next years celebrations can take place in a more fitting fashion than now and may your nights be bright and healthy and may the few fires that are allowed to burn bring a bit more peace to the world

[hverdagsfoto]

Tunge skyer over 4 høje ved Randbøl.

11 August 2018

[hapalopus]

The Midsummer Song is seriously one of my favorite songs ever written in Danish. So many good and sometimes just raw lines in there.

Verse 1:

We love our land

When the blessed yule

Lights the star on the tree with a gleam in every eye

When in spring every bird

Over field, under coast

Lets its voice bend into greeting trills

We sing your law

Over field, over street

We frame your name in wreaths when our harvest is secure

But the most beautiful wreath will be your Sankthans

It can be found where the hearts don't grow cold with doubt

But the most beautiful wreath will be your Sankthans

It can be found where the hearts don't grow cold with doubt

Verse 2:

We love our land

But by midsummer most

When every cloud over the field sends a blessing

When flowers are most abundant

And when the cattle in yoke

Give the most plentiful gift to hard-working hands

When we're not ploughing and harrowing and rolling

When the cow is chewing its midday meal in the clover

That's when the youth learn to dance

Sankthans, Sankthans

Like the foal and the lamb freely stumbling in play over the meadow

That's when the youth learn to dance

Sankthans, Sankthans

Like the foal and the lamb freely stumbling in play over the meadow

Verse 3:

We love our land

And with sword in hand

Shall every otherworldy enemy prepare to know us

But against the spirit of war

Over field, under shore

Will we light this bonfire on our forefathers' burial mounds

Every town has its witch and every parish has its trolls

We will keep them from life with fires of joy

We will work for peace here in this land

Sankthans, Sankthans

It can be found where the hearts don't grow cold with doubt

We will work for peace here in this land

Sankthans, Sankthans

It can be won where the hearts don't grow cold with doubt

It's not quite as powerful in English, but the second verse would always bring me to tears as a kid. There's just something comforting about comparing awkward dancing youths to clumsy baby animals.

And while the original Drachmann version is of course fine, Shubidua's melody is and will always be the best:

It's not a very old song, but we've been singing it every summer for almost 100 years, so it might as well be an ancient hymn. It's very dear to me.

[magicalforestfairy]

Dyssegårdsparken

[idenmoerkeskov]

Dyssegårdsparken

[claraikina]

Templer, templer og atter templer. De var alle fine og der var mange af dem! Det mongolske skriftsprog som I kan se på et af billederne er utrolig fint, men man kommer ikke langt med kun at kunne de kinesiske tegn (Det er den nederste linje). Jeg fattede absolut ingenting, men det lød ret fint når de snakkede ;-) 

De sidste 3 billeder er taget fra Wang Zhaojun’s mindesmærke. De kalder det en gravhøj, men ingen ved hvor hun er begravet. Hun var Han-kinesiker under Yuan-dynastiet og blev gift væk af kejseren til en højstående leder af en af nomadegrupperne i Indre Mongoliet. Hun er senere hen blevet et symbol på skønhed og selvtillid og er kendt for at have skabt gode realtioner mellem nomadestammerne og Kejseren. Der kom da også en hel gruppe kinesere, der ofrede frugt og bad mens vi var der. 

[missobt]

bankende mavesække 

tygger drov i fniset tilstand

tager mørkets tilstand med oprejst pande 

nydelsen bræder sig i magtfulde ryk

finder magten i den vilde viden

fornemmelser bidrager til mere i nuet´s smil

trækker de glade minder frem 

griner fjoget fra hukommelsens D&D

tiden der var 

genskabt af mørkets opsugende elskov 

kalder på mig selv

knalder mig selv i Dissernes håndsrækning

husker mig på hvad jeg er 

hvor jeg kommer fra 

hvem jeg er blevet 

husker ord sagt af bitterhed 

elsker nattens elskov 

åhh du dystre side i mig 

før mig derhen hvor afmagt er u fortiet

lad mig danse hen over gravhøje 

i gyldne drømme griber jeg nuet`s kærtegn

så blide og små 

omfavner jeg magiens indre lys i mig

giver mig hen til musikens elskov 

mørke skygger betag mig

[hannakahler]

#gravhøje #fyn #danmark #barrow #fyn #denmark

[hverdagsfoto]

Fortidsminder fra flere tider/Monuments spanning the ages

14 August 2017

[hverdagsfoto]

Dark is coming

12 December 2017

[idenmoerkeskov]

Dyssegårdsparken