In this world silenced by a terrorist disease, skylarks still sing above an early April hissing gale.
In this part of the main island, where Sandness looks lost inside haze, tussock grass yields, yet those birds we call laverick have returned as lairds o’da braes – elevated above da tun an da scattald (human dwellings and open fields where grazing’s shared among crofters…).
They will defy the harshest gust, ignore that brutal tongue from gales to sing to blueness and the sun.
To each passing of cirrus clouds, they do not know the world’s locked down, as they ascend among ravens, oblivious to material us.
They have returned in their hundreds to the daresay of each hillside.
On this Monday lost in April, this sky has turned cacophonous, as hillsides home song of skylarks, that dare to ignore gusts from gales…
I owe her the back cover photograph of my book, a lifetime friendship on a plate, a well of laughters and shared moments of emotions…
We are woman, beautiful.
I met Aneta Lukzikova through Anita Orheim (see blog post “Vakker #wearewoman “) over a decade ago. Like Anita, Aneta was then in academic transit and decided to establish her own “hame” on this latitude. Our friendship blossomed through time and shared slices of life. We earned each other’s trust and respect gracefully, travelled the length and breadth of our islands, and even crossed the sea last summer to reconvene with Anita on her homeground for a weekend of sheer happiness in and around Fana. I had promised Aneta a beer in Bergen, we did just that. Today, we know ourselves pretty much inside out.
Of this, I’m very proud. Forever grateful to have her friendship, her love and trust as a woman and a close friend, so close I can call her my Czech sister.
For you, dear Aneta, I am going to improvise you a poem as I’m typing,
We have travelled so many roads,
crossed many bridges,
sea, earth marks.
listened and dried
so many blueprints from cold rain;
laughed at my face by
the White Wife,
helped me to
We crossed the sea to
share a pint,
taste simple pleasures in Bryggen to reconvene with
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