Monday, 26 October 2009
I keep returning to the same water.
I keep returning to understanding that I can be either very hard or very easy to take depending on your opinion of yourself. I have nothing to do with it.
And it's fascinating how much time it takes to arrive to certain understandings/revelations/ideas/simple thoughts that are less than ordinary but you need to actually come into the water and not only know its there.
Friday, 16 October 2009
"It may be an old saw, but there is much truth to the saying that it is impossible to love someone else until you love yourself. Anything less, I am sorry to say, is co-dependancy. Or as my father (being genetically averse to therapy-speak) put it: be the person you want to be with."
~ Belle de Jour's Guide to Men
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Friday, 9 October 2009
J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans.
Un gros meuble à tiroirs encombré de bilans,
De vers, de billets doux, de procès, de romances,
Avec de lourds cheveux roulés dans des quittances,
Cache moins de secrets que mon triste cerveau.
C'est une pyramide, un immense caveau,
Qui contient plus de morts que la fosse commune.
— Je suis un cimetière abhorré de la lune,
Où comme des remords se traînent de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent toujours sur mes morts les plus chers.
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanées,
Où gît tout un fouillis de modes surannées,
Où les pastels plaintifs et les pâles Boucher
Seuls, respirent l'odeur d'un flacon débouché.
Rien n'égale en longueur les boiteuses journées,
Quand sous les lourds flocons des neigeuses années
L'ennui, fruit de la morne incuriosité,
Prend les proportions de l'immortalité.
— Désormais tu n'es plus, ô matière vivante!
Qu'un granit entouré d'une vague épouvante,
Assoupi dans le fond d'un Sahara brumeux;
Un vieux sphinx ignoré du monde insoucieux,
Oublié sur la carte, et dont l'humeur farouche
Ne chante qu'aux rayons du soleil qui se couche.
~ Charles Baudelaire
Thursday, 8 October 2009
To take a breath standing in the middle of the street staring at the autumn.
It answers so many questions...
Skal jeg hugge den?
Eller slukke den?
And then the song....
P.S. It would have been my grandfathers 83rd birthday today.
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
We are all sculptors and painters,
and our material is our own flesh and bones.
Be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you,
opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought. ~Thoreau
And different bunnies is same dark nights...
"Lived. Until she died."
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
It's the little things that make big differences.
It's all about managing to find that ballance between two continents, two ideas, two needs, to desires or passions. It's about aligning with where you are and where you want to be. It's about mapping yourself and leaving that little space for the unknown, unexpected and truly miraculous!...
and, honestly, those moments of pure truth and realization are absolutely amazing. Because you wake up one morning and it's already autumn in your cup of tea!...
and yet nobody called me when September ended...
Monday, 5 October 2009
And lately the surprise has been -- it's really autumn!
We run and we rush and sometimes we miss to notice such amazingly beautiful and rewarding things as falling leaves or mellow rain in the streets...
The beautiful advice I got last week is really something I will try to keep in my mind and in my heart:
"The central question to answer: "who am I"... and endless process, like peeling an onion. Try to keep your walk aligned with your heart as much as possible. Do not get attached to people, love them in freedom, always staying at the center of your own life. Whatever you do...do it with tenderness, even the most tough decision."
And then, just with another moment I get mesmerized by the seagulls at the beach and the gloomy sky which is rapidly brighten by the sun!....