Daily Witchcraft

There are so many things in life that deserve your attention. That are there for you to grab, to enjoy, to sense, to taste, to fall asleep to... Life is an adventure. With it's highs and lows, with trust and letting go, with miracles, bubbles and smiles. I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure don't deserve me at my best. ~ Marilyn

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? In truths that she learned or in times that he cried In bridges he burned or the way that she died It's time now to sing out Tho' the story never ends Let's celebrate Remember a year in the life of friends Remember the love (Oh you got to, got to) Remember the love (Remember the love) Seasons of love (

Thank you. Since last year I would like to keep it a little tradition... Mom for love and always being around the phone. Dad for status reports and quiet understanding. Grandmother for never judging and wishing well, for pharmaceoutical lessons and teaching how to bake. Romas for European Radio and cute voicemail messages with that never ending spirit of journalism. Emilija for support and eyelash splashes. Andrius for brotherly love. Martynas for fishing lessons. Kitty for massage and warm heart. Sergej for still high sky and intention for speed. Justina for bed, love, wine and for being my woman. Always. Sandra for fashion lessons and life colour coordination. Camilo for encounters for change and lessons for life. Mark for lessons and challenges and love. Jurate for constant support and understanding, for long distance closest love. Zygintas for lessons, love and encounters with myself. Anna for peaceful feeling of balance and engineering lessons. Bojana for showing different kin

Sometimes all you need to do is open your eyes and let everything go. Everything is perfect as it is. If you want to feel that moment, that every here and every now within every single cell of your body, every single molecule. You can only cross that ocean when you dare to loose the shore from your sight. "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 Yet how dangerous can be an open heart?! How do you find yourself free?! Free to think, free to act. To dare. To dare to be. I am learning to appear evanescent, at the dawning of the day. Within my body and soul… I am learning to convey the joy of living and loving in the moment.

Sometimes it is indeed awfully hard to stop. You walk and you wonder and then you, just for a moment, just for a little while, you forget to breathe. And we'd be so less fragile, if we're made from metal and our hearts from iron, and our minds from steel and if we built an armor, for our tender bodies could we love each other, would we stop to feel And it's beautiful, once again, how life goes. How just by looking at faces you know them mathematically. How you can put your whole life into 22 pictures and still feel too small, too lost and too lonely. At least sometimes. And then you remember -- I can be idea, my idea only for today. And it will be true. And you know, today people can even give 12 symptoms of a femme fatale... I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.

It was a beautiful morning today. I kept thinking about the things we learn and things we must go through before we get it. How many pages we have to read before forming that one big excellent sentence?! How many times we must fall before learning how to do it smoothly?!... "That’s what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we’ve changed because of it, and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way is winning." ~ Richard Bach, The Bridge Across Forever: A True Love Story