– by Angelica Thiemann with small additions of IB Bastian, January 23, 2011<\/p>\n
I first met Inge as a member of an Anthroposophical Society group, probably in 1986, and soon learned that if she began to speak it would only be loosely connected with the subject at hand, more reflect her preoccupation with whatever spiritual subject she was involved with, and take considerable time. Towards the end of her life the subject usually had to do with angels. Often she could not quite give all the examples she wished, ending a train of thought with “and so on and so on”, then happily continuing.<\/p>\n
She used to tell us to concern ourselves with matters of the world, conveying her sense we had no idea of anything.<\/p>\n
It was only when I met her personally for an interview, or when I was giving her a lift to somewhere that I came to know her lovable self, her warmth, her gratitude for even small things, her enthusiasm, which right into her nineties could literally make her jump for joy.<\/p>\n
She had an abiding love for sweets and gave a dose of it to people who would drive her somewhere as a sign of recognition for the service.<\/p>\n
In her later years Inge loved teaching on the subject of myths in the department for Continuing Education at McGill, usually walking from her home in Westmount to the university right into her Nineties. When she stopped teaching at McGill a number of devoted listeners pleaded with her to continue with teaching at her home, which she did only too gladly.<\/p>\n
She loved poetry and produced a lot of it. She would treat us in the group to poems especially created for different occasions. Since she vehemently rejected modern conveniences, they were written on her typewriter, for which she had increasing problems to find ribbons. In no way did she ever consider writing anything except by hand or her typewriter.<\/p>\n
I could find only one of her poems dated February 24, 1997. Here it is. Although the translation doesn’t rhyme as Inge’s does it may give an image of who Inge was at heart.
<\/b>Ins gro\u00dfe Schneetreiben blickend<\/u><\/p>\n
Die Stille und das Schweigen<\/i>
Tanzen einen Reigen<\/i>
In der Innenwelt,<\/i>
Die uns zusammenh\u00e4lt.<\/i>
<\/i>
Hohe T\u00f6ne strahlen,<\/i>
Sanfte T\u00f6ne malen,<\/i>
Tiefe T\u00f6ne wollen<\/i>
Was wir drau\u00dfen sollen,<\/i>
Wenn ein Fu\u00df dem andern folgt,<\/i>
Am Wegesrand ein Untier grollt,<\/i>
Von ferne die Versuchung blitzt,<\/i>
An einer T\u00fcr ein Bettler sitzt.<\/i>
<\/i>
Das Schweigen und die Stille<\/i>
Schenken uns die Brille<\/i>
Zu bess’rer Weltbetrachtung<\/i>
Zu gr\u00f6ss’rer Menschenachtung.<\/i>
<\/i>
Schlie\u00dfe nicht die Augen<\/i>
Vor Dingen, die nichts taugen;<\/i>
Lasse sie nur schmerzen<\/i>
Und nehme sie zu Herzen.<\/i>
<\/i><\/p>\n
Gazing Into a Big Snowstorm<\/u><\/p>\n
Silence and keeping still<\/i>
Dance a round<\/i>
In the inner world<\/i>
That holds us together<\/i>
<\/i>
High tones ray out,<\/i>
Gentle tones paint<\/i>
Deep tones will<\/i>
What we are meant to do outside<\/i>
As we go further step by step,<\/i>
And a monster grumbles at the side of the road,<\/i>
And in the distance lights up temptation,<\/i>
And a beggar sits at a doorstep.<\/i>
<\/i>
Silence and keeping still<\/i>
Give us the power to better<\/i>
Consider the world at large<\/i>
And better respect human beings.<\/i>
<\/i>
Don’t close the eyes<\/i>
Before things that are no good;<\/i>
Allow the pain they make you feel<\/i>
And take them to heart.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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