Daily Witchcraft

I absolutely love this life! I love the way I am being guided through it. I love the feeling of the opposites and the feeling of waves. I think every single time I just need to take a deep breath and remember that everything single thing that happens, happens for a reason. The one I know of or yet not. I want to believe that as much as every human being is a process, life is a process, this whole big shiny universe is a process. Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love, the search for knowledge, And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind]. Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. In the union of love I have seen In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of [people]. I have wished to know why the stars shine. Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens, But always pity brought me back to earth; Cries of pain reverbera

"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different." ~Coco Chanel I am discovering today that to me the biggest challenge is in the end to be honest to myself and to hear myself. I think people rush through their lives without sopping for air nor for just, you know, taking a walk along the beach of the ocean of your thoughts, having a cup of tea, smiling at random strangers and giving youself some space. In the end, the biggest duty is to ourselves because if I will not learn how to love myself and be with myself, how will anyone else will....?!...

"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." ~ Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1 I want to has all the life to all it's fullest. I want to love and to be loved; to not be tortured by anxiety; to be happy; that people are dear to me would be happy; to be healthy; to hug my mother; to hug my father; to not be in fear; to speak English better; to speak Russian better; to work at something I really like; to go to Wood Stock (not by myself though); finally figure out which colour is the best for my hair; to drink some red wine with a friend; to be a Gurman; real French breakfast; I want to live in a house with a garden and a flat with a balcony and a big bathtub; I want to dream; blue dress; in line skates; to have perfect communication skills; to chit chat; to learn of perfect project presentat

Sometimes I get very clear memories of things that probably didn't happen to me. At least not in this lifetime.

They say that writing, real writing, should leave a small sweet bruise somewhere on the writer . . . and on the reader. And it makes me think and it makes me wonder -- I have been writing since I can remember, really; since I was able to compose a sentence. If I was not writing, I was drawing. I think my mom still kept a picture that I drew when I wasn't even two years old. All the stories I heard, I read; all the stories I wrote down... It did indeed left me bruised. It left footprints and sometimes it led me to the thinking, it led me into insidious and never ending contemplation. It is like a fog; fog is like a cage without a key. "A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages." ~ Tennessee Williams If for a moment God were to forget that I am rag doll and granted me a piece of life, I probably wouldn't say everything that I think; rather, I would think about everything that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep

We are the makers of music and the dreamers of dreams , said once Willy Wonka, a fabulous fiction by Roald Dahl. How often do we remember that? How often do we fall in love with the dreams we have and how much we want it to happen. From time to time it's fun to close our eyes, and in that dark say to ourselves, 'I am the sorcerer, and when I open my eyes I shall see a world that I have created, and for which I and only I am completely responsible.' Slowly then, eyelids open like curtains lifting stage-center. And sure enough, there's our world, just the way we've built it. Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink --- yet.

Reality is just another point of view. And I keep thinking how many hundreds and millions of interpretations of reality exist. I don't expect to know the number. I don't even expect there is one... Afterall, the thing that matters most -- keeping up with your own reality and your own points of view. That brings me back to Japan where I realised that reality is very irrelevant. Nothing teaches you more than experiences. I went to Japan knowing very little about life and even less about myself and yet I can't explain what exactly happened but I came different. I guess it was the first time when I felt irrelevance of reality so sharply and so deeply. Life is what you make of it. I came back knowing more secrets and having less opinions. I have learned to walk slowly and look deeper. I have learn of traquility and of city haze. I know now that sometimes you only need silence to say s o much.... I know about pain, and I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain unti

"Art is a means to acquiring an investigative activity. I don't know if you can necessarily change things in a broad sense. You can make yourself aware of the possibilities; it is important to do that" ~Bruce Nauman Have you ever been wondering of what it feels like to be coming back to places you used to call home? Does it make you feel happy, lucky, sad, nostalgic, hopeful... or maybe simply nothing. That can happen. I am sure. When I return to those places, I always remember words of Nelson Mandela: There is nothing like returning to a place that reminds unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered. I have also discovered lately that the best travels are those, that bring you back to yourself.

... I was reminded today that all the things that happen to your life are actually coming there because you choose them to come there. And I won't quote well known words by R. Bach but I will just say this: what we all need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now. And here I wonder... what did I choose within these years I have been walking Earth and other little places of the Universe.... I chose to live. I chose to love. I chose to be always trying to be excellent (to myself and to others). I chose not to judge. I chose to discover and share that with others. I chose to be quiet. I chose to listen (since we have two ears and one mouth for a reason...). I chose to be sensitive, caring, hard working, truthful. I chose to make the best out of the body I have been given and to love it. I chose to be open (since minds, like parachutes

"The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden." ~ Maria in "The Secret Garden" /1993// I have learned today that sometimes in order to understand the world around you, you must look deep inside of yourself to get there. Sometimes the longest journeys are for shortest distances and sometimes, just sometimes, we are absolutely lucky to have someone, that very special someone, to hold a hand and to keep us company. "El Ahora es todo lo que tienes. Tus talentos son las herramientas para construir el sueño de tu vida, para ayudar al propósito de tu alma a que se convierta en uno junto con los propósitos de otras personas." ~ El Poder del Propósito del libro Nueve Poderes para Transformar tu Vida