#morgenröte

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Die persönlichsten Fragen der Wahrheit. -„Was ist das eigentlich, was ich tue? Und was will gerade ich damit?“ - das ist die Frage der Wahrheit, welche bei unserer jetzigen Art Bildung nicht gelehrt und folglich nicht gefragt wird, …

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by redstarpictures on Flickr.Church of the Holy Trinity at sunrise in Odessa, Ukraine.

[everykissacursiveline]

Morgenröte

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Good morning my dear Telespargel by Pascal Volk

[justices-blade]

“M - made it,” she pants, running up to Edward as he and the others headed for Valentia gather themselves, near ready to head out; she steadies herself by taking his arm in one hand and smiles up at him; expression breaking when she cannot help but bemoan:

“I was all set to come with the rest of Garreg Mach’s delegation but Tauroneo and the others back home insisted I stay. That even being here is far more than what Daein needs to give internationally and it’s… I suppose this is what being queen will entail but it’s so frustrating!”

The last part is said in a whisper but with no less passion for it; seeing Edward look back at her she has to shake her head, “It’s silly though… I wouldn’t have necessarily been with you, anyway. And I know you can take care of yourself. That you will.” Her smile returns, truer now and a little mischievous: “Pelleas said you were taking Caladbolg and I’m glad, but you know I don’t think you’ve ever needed it. Though that stays between us.

She reaches into her pocket for the charm she’s made Edward; matching with Leonardo’s it has an imitation of Caladbolg’s decorative hilt circling a bird in flight that quite resembles Yune as they had known her.

"I used to sell these in Nevassa as charms for good luck. Do you remember? I always meant to make you one so..." 

The circular wood charm hangs on a simple string and Micaiah takes the chance to put it around Edward’s neck, standing up a bit taller to do so and resting her head on his shoulder once she’s done.

“When you and Leonardo come home I’ll be waiting. I promise.”

The patter of boots on wood, leading up to the docks — The rhythm of it's just as familiar as his favorite rhymes, as the syllables that make up fa-mi-ly. Edward's already grinning ear to ear when he turns around, eyes bright despite the neighbouring sea, arms spread to offer safe harbor.

"Micaiah! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaims, and he can't help his giggle when she starts to complain, quickly mirroring her displeasure in a pout. He'd love to have Micaiah along — Duty or no, isn't it just common sense to go help your friends — But, agh, he keeps forgetting Micaiah isn't just Micaiah or the Silver-Haired Maiden anymore, and it freaking sucks! Edward himself refused any better place in Daein's courts for good reason, but the fact Micaiah can bear all of that and more just makes her that much more amazing to him. That, and Tauroneo always has such a good head on his shoulders, and it really might just be better in the long run to keep his counsel.

"I wish we could just spirit you with us. Noone would notice if I took an extra barrel, right?" he returns the whisper passed to him with more than a note of mischief anyways, only half-joking — Though, hah, their days of hiding in crates and the like should be behind them, huh? He beams right back down at her, a bit lopsided in shared mirth. "But you're right — They already split me and Leonardo up, too. Though, think about it: It would've been funny if each boat got one of the Dawn Brigade, huh? We'd've all been able to tackle anything that came our way, I know it!" he strikes a little pose with an exclamation of 'represent!', before snickering, dropping it just as fast. "It's okay though; I'll work hard enough for the both of us, and I know Leonardo's going to handle things great, no problem."

His voice drops a little, then, a hushing finger to his lips with a wink. The secret's just as safe as any other she'll ever give him. "And I'll work hard for Caladbolg, too, hehe." Hopefully it'd get a break — Maybe that's a weird wish to have for a sword, but a nice one, either way.

Micaiah shifts, then, shuffling around in her pocket. Edward cocks his head and waits, though he's curious enough to try to lean in a way that'll let him see the mystery object sooner than later — He lets out a little gasp when he does see it a-dangling, soft in recognition.

"Of course I do!" he takes a moment to admire it dangling from her hands, her handiwork, the memories; Her whittling away at tiny wooden Yunes in their off hours, the little bird charms finding homes with those who would treasure the luck she would doubtlessly bring with delight. He admires, too, the fact that this is so clearly his: The recognisable shape of Caladbolg's hilt, the nostalgic silhouette of Yune in flight. Edward tilts his head forward to give her an easier time putting it on him, feeling a bit like a knight being knighted as he does so.

He's not a knight, though, and no matter what dumb titles lie between eachother, they're family, which is what lets him rest his head on hers when they come to rest, arms coming up to squeeze in a reassuring hug. It's her that's the harbor this time, and he'll brave any storm to see everyone on firm land again.

"I better see you waving right back at us when we make land, then," he quips, patting her back. "We won't be keeping you waiting too long, after all — We'll help fix things up with all we got and be back real fast, too. Promise."

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#Rote Morgenröte #aube Rouge #rojo amanecer #red dawn #الفجر الاحمر

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Chor der Morgenröte III - Sebastian Nebe , 2022.

German , b. 1982 -

oil on wood, 40 x 30 cm.

[biologyfiction]

[hdslibrary]

Mystic Monday: Take a Look Around

More from Lutheran mystic Jakob Böhme: Morgenröte im Aufgang, also called Aurora. This is Böhme's earliest (and perhaps his most influential) work, here in a edition produced more than 150 years after it was written. The title describes it as a work of philosophy, astrology, and theology.

The work circulated first as an unpublished manuscript, where it gained its author supporters and detractors. City officials responded by banning Böhme from further writing. (Spoiler: He didn't stop writing.)

This 1780 edition features a red and black title page, with a facing, engraved illustration depicting what appears to be a large sphere made of rows of eyes rising above or past another world.

We sigh to see the ink library stamp applied right smack in the middle of the illustration: Physical and mystical realms collide.

Böhme, Jakob. Morgenröte im Aufgang; Das ist, Die Wurtzel oder Mutter der Philosophiae, Astrologiae und Theologiae, aus rechtem Grunde... Neue Aufl. Berlin, C.U. Ringmacher, 1780.

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Higuchi Ai – “Akuma no ko”

Linked Horizon – “Requiem der Morgenröte”

[xtoariadnesdarklightx]

Da oggi in poi, il mio mondo è ancora più colorato..

Aurora Marea Mikaelson - Dein Dad wird spielerisch von deinem ältesten Bruder "Dornröschen" genannt und da Dornröschen's wirklicher Name "Aurora" ist und er auch für "Morgenröte" steht, also rot, wie die Farbe deines Dad's und mir, ist er perfekt für dich. "Marea", steht für mehrere Dinge, die ich dir im Laufe deines Lebens erzählen werde. In erster Linie steht er für "Gezeiten des Meeres" - Die Gezeiten sind die sich regelmäßig wiederholenden Wasserbewegungen der Meere. Sie werden durch die Anziehungskräfte von Mond und Sonne angetrieben. Wie die Meeresgezeiten an einem bestimmten Ort in Erscheinung treten, wird aber auch wesentlich von der Form und Tiefe der Meere beeinflusst. Aurora Marea Mikaelson, ich verspreche dir, dich an jedem Tag zu lieben und zu beschützen. Ich verspreche dir, dir all die Farben der Welt zu zeigen und all ihre schönen Seiten. Die schlechten Seiten werde ich von dir fern halten, Babypeach, ich werde alles dafür tun.

[kitapcafe]

Nietzsche iyi okumanın nasıl yapıldığını tarif ediyor:

"İyi okumak;

yavaşça, derinlemesine,

ihtimam ve ihtiyatla,

ardındaki niyeti düşünerek,

açık kapılar bırakarak,

nazik parmak ve gözlerle

okumak demektir..."

Morgenröte / Tan Kızıllığı, KSA 3: 17