Time of ripening hurry is useless look at the sky be far away from yourself Alles reift, die Vögel fliegen, dein Atem gehört nicht mal dir. Let go … August is the fastest month and races toward autumn in its thriftless, lavish manner. This year things were different. We had lots of unaccustomed rain in our Northland at the Austrian-Czechborder. I have nothing special to report. Intoxicated by the sunrises and sunsets – often celebrated with agnihotra fire ritual – I spent the days of my summer here in the vineyards. The sky embraces me and I embrace the human condition, learning every day and developing some capacity to see…