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yakalskovich) wrote2011-11-06 08:09 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2011-11-06 08:09 pm
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Lady's Isle
Today, I went to the smaller island in the lake where there is a Benedictine nuns' convent that has been working nearly uninterruptedly since the 8th century.
That's the island, the 'Fraueninsel' -- Lady's Island, referring to the Virgin Mary, of course, and the nuns.
Look at the early gothic church from the Carolingian gatehouse, the only survivor of the original 8th century buildings.
Look at the way the threshold has been worn down over almost a millennium of devout use! Inside, there's an altar of the not-quite-saint that the rehab place I'm at has been named for, with her bones displayed, almsot but not quite visible, in white silk, with a crown on her skull. Oh, of you think those Bavarian Catholics are morbid, you should see the mummified head of Saint Mr. Maleady* in that church in Drogheda, or various dried Orthodox abbots...
I saw a real nun, a meak old Benedictine taking care of the candles at St. Irmingard's altar. There were lots of votive gifts -- she seems to be good for general concerns, but specialised in the unfulfilled wish for children. There were lots of pictures of babies that had been long in the coming, so to speak. While I am generally grateful to this place, as for the kids -- come not near me!
My votive plaque would be quite different:
Dear St. Irmingard, thanks for fixing my heart but please, please, please spare me the kids and give them to those that want them! Gratefully, Maru Yakalskovich
Mountains in the distance, from the landing dock where I was waiting (with about 150 other people, fifty of them whining kids wanting ice cream) for the boat back to appear. It was late -- people had not thought there would be that many tourists in November, and the schedule wasn't set to deal with them.
The little gap between Herreninsel and Krautinsel (the uninhabited third island, which is tiny) where Felix Dahn wrote that the best fish were found -- in the middle of the 19th century. Nowadays, all those chugging diesel boats must scare away the fish, and it's no longer the place for reverie, listening to the nuns singing drifting over from Fraueninsel, that he described...
Fromoen spot on the journey only, you could see mad/gay King Ludwig II.'s castle, Herrenchiemsee
Late afternoon mountainscape on the way back to Prien.
*Warning!! Said head is part of the Wikipedia lemma about him, but only if you scroll down.
That's the island, the 'Fraueninsel' -- Lady's Island, referring to the Virgin Mary, of course, and the nuns.
Look at the early gothic church from the Carolingian gatehouse, the only survivor of the original 8th century buildings.
Look at the way the threshold has been worn down over almost a millennium of devout use! Inside, there's an altar of the not-quite-saint that the rehab place I'm at has been named for, with her bones displayed, almsot but not quite visible, in white silk, with a crown on her skull. Oh, of you think those Bavarian Catholics are morbid, you should see the mummified head of Saint Mr. Maleady* in that church in Drogheda, or various dried Orthodox abbots...
I saw a real nun, a meak old Benedictine taking care of the candles at St. Irmingard's altar. There were lots of votive gifts -- she seems to be good for general concerns, but specialised in the unfulfilled wish for children. There were lots of pictures of babies that had been long in the coming, so to speak. While I am generally grateful to this place, as for the kids -- come not near me!
My votive plaque would be quite different:
Dear St. Irmingard, thanks for fixing my heart but please, please, please spare me the kids and give them to those that want them! Gratefully, Maru Yakalskovich
Mountains in the distance, from the landing dock where I was waiting (with about 150 other people, fifty of them whining kids wanting ice cream) for the boat back to appear. It was late -- people had not thought there would be that many tourists in November, and the schedule wasn't set to deal with them.
The little gap between Herreninsel and Krautinsel (the uninhabited third island, which is tiny) where Felix Dahn wrote that the best fish were found -- in the middle of the 19th century. Nowadays, all those chugging diesel boats must scare away the fish, and it's no longer the place for reverie, listening to the nuns singing drifting over from Fraueninsel, that he described...
Fromoen spot on the journey only, you could see mad/gay King Ludwig II.'s castle, Herrenchiemsee
Late afternoon mountainscape on the way back to Prien.
*Warning!! Said head is part of the Wikipedia lemma about him, but only if you scroll down.
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I wanna be in rehab... :(
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However, the PE and especially the thrombolysis with which that was acutely treated does not make it fully worth it. This is an interesting experience, all in all, but if I could have chosen not to have it? I probably would have decided to do without it all, rehab and Blessed Irmingard included.
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I do miss my cats, but the place here is quite amazing.-
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From there, I went to rehab as scheduled, starting November 3rd, and I have been here since then.
My cats, in the meanwhile, are probably going feral again.