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Just any chocolate, really, that has a rich cocoa flavor and doesn’t taste like burnt sugar.
Something with coconut, milk, or salted caramel will do perfectly. Or with crackers and walnuts—I really enjoy crunchy food.
Yep, that would be Heaven on Earth!
I also admit that because of this prompt, I have a tremendous craving for chocolate now. 😅
Hi, everyone! 🙂
As far as I see, we have another literary prompt here. I’ll try to answer this simply and straightforwardly, though somewhat lengthily. Because I read a lot even back then, it is really a complicated task to single out only one book. I mean, seriously? Can anyone do it?
But first and foremost, I’d like to know what they meant by “childhood,” for it is such an obscure notion!
Do my teenage years also count as my childhood? Or am I asked about the period of time before I went to school? Or is this about the time until I finished school? Actually, I’m a very childish woman even now. I’m in perfect contact with my inner child, even though this part of me is dark and gothic 😀 Anyway, let’s assume that it’s the period of time before I finished school 🙂
As I’ve already mentioned, I loved books from a very early age, and I was drawn to them even before I learned how to read. I often pretended to read the books, and I made up my own stories based on them. I even composed my own ones from clean pieces of paper, writing something in the sloppy, ugly, illegible handwriting of a little child over them, and adding some grotesque pictures. In the end, I glued it all together and proudly announced that I had written a book.
I found the utmost delight in listening to fairy tales and encyclopedias (my favorite topics were nature and space). My grandfather did this often, and we also “traveled” together to Neptune and Jupiter. I was so excited. He was the kindest man I knew.
My grandmother often told my cousin and me fairy tales about Baba Yaga (and she has an exceptional acting talent, so it was thrilling to listen). I was so attracted to this character that my earlier words about a lack of interest in Slavic mythology weren’t completely true, as I realize now. I dreamt about this goddess of death and magic several times; she taught me some witchy things in my dreams. I also read some works and articles about her as I grew older.
Later, I became entranced by H. Andersen’s fairy tales. Yes, this is the guy who wrote about pain, death, and despair in his children’s books. However, I guess it matched my somber (back then) temperament. The Little Mermaid was my favorite among his stories. I used to associate myself with this character, and I guess I had some slight resemblance to her psychologically, even as an adult. Much later, I read the original story upon which this fairy tale was based, and I enjoyed it even more (it was way more tragic and vindictive, btw).
I took great pleasure in reading The Little Match Girl as well. I guess it was again due to some inner resemblance I bore with this character, her surroundings, and the main events of this story. It interlaced with my own being somehow. The trace it left in my psyche was so profound that I even remember using The Little Match Girl as my avatar picture quite often, as a teenager and adult.
Just as many of you did, I also read the Harry Potter book series. I can’t say this was my favorite, but I enjoyed reading it nonetheless. I remember hiding with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix behind my sofa, so no one could make fun of me, while I was showering this novel with tears. I really liked Sirius Black and was shattered to pieces to find out that he died in this book. Deep sigh
Then there was Lord Dunsany’s story anthology, which I read and reread several times, deeply captured by the intricate and mythic motifs he used as the base of his stories. When I think of it now, it was really a good read, and one of the two thoughtful gifts I received from my constantly unreachable father (the second was the MP3 player).
What else? Well, there were The Halfblood Chronicles by Andre Norton, an absolutely entrancing, captivating read. The pages of the book were full of elves, dragons, magic, and sci-fi elements, in which I lost myself completely. I reread it as an adult and noticed that you should be a teenager to fully appreciate it.
Of course, Martin Eden by Jack London and The Gadfly by E. L. Voynich are also worth mentioning. I was so emotionally affected by these books that it would be wrong not to mention them here 🙂
Anne Rice’s Mayfair Witches also influenced me deeply, as I found a strange addictive pleasure in reading this storyline. There was something absolutely appealing to my subconscious, I guess. I received this book as a present for my 14th birthday and was lost in it. I didn’t feel the same about other book series written by Anne Rice, but this one was my favorite.
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux was another book I was out of my mind with while being a teen. Initially, I fell in love with the musical, and I was constantly in front of the TV when it was on. I knew all the soundtracks by heart. Later, I acquired the book and admired it even more.
Finally, there were the encyclopedias about religion and mythology I borrowed and never gave back to my uncle. There were some excerpts and quotes from different holy books, insights and information about different religions, including early Christian sects, Islam, and Daoism. The second volume contained a vast amount of material (a catalogue) regarding deities and myths (and thanks to that I found out about the Goddess Lakshmi). I was sincerely fascinated by them, and my only friend at that time and I could sit the whole evening and read it through.
There were even more of them, but enough’s enough, it’s just a daily prompt 🙂
Thank you so much for reading this 🙂
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Hi, everyone! 🙂
In all honesty, I feel that I have answered this question during this daily prompt—check it out if you are curious about my literary preferences 😉
I don’t want to repeat myself, and I read so many books that I can’t narrow it to the three most influential ones; each one transformed me and left traces in my thinking and worldview in general. Therefore, instead of doing the same exercise again and again, I decided to write about my best choice of authors in the astrology field 🙂
I’m into the spiritual and humanistic branch of Western Astrology (European Approach), so I’m into deep psychological analyses, karmic tasks, levels of spiritual development, talents, and that kind of stuff. I firmly believe that materialism depends on the level of your spiritual advancement, not on the planets in the earth element in your charts, and that your natal charts should be interpreted from a very personal and unique angle.
I am firmly convinced of the power of aspects, but as always, I connect modernity (spiritual astrology) and tradition (antique rules), as they work the best in terms of predictions.
In such a manner, let’s go! Here is the list of astrology authors (not books, too many of them) who affected my practice and approach the most!
1. A. Podvodny. His insights into human nature, development, and culture are profound and enlightening. He influenced my spiritual path and approach to astrology. His unique, personal take on astrology focuses on unlocking our potential and controlling our lives beyond planetary influence. He wrote excellent books for beginners, with clear explanations of aspects and deep insights into signs, houses, and planetary energies. His work, often intertwined with Kabbalah and yogic connections, is highly recommended for advanced astrologers. Though I’m unsure if he’s translated into English, his books are available in Polish. I never had the chance to be his student in real life, but I am in spirit.
2. S. Vronski. Another exceptional astrologer of the 20th century, former student of the German Academy. He wrote 13 very detailed volumes describing different areas of astrology. I also read his answers to his readers about love and marriage (there were some insights on death in astrology as well—the exact mixture I like). The knowledge he shares is very fundamental; he explains all the classic rules Western Astrology is built upon. You’ll be able to use various predictive techniques after reading, just remember that practice is key. He presents a perfect balance between practical and humanistic/spiritual approaches and introduces the cosmobiology concept.
3. D. Rudhyar. The father of humanistic astrology, profoundly affected by C. G. Jung, introduced the free-will concept to astrology and approached interpretation through an archetypal perspective. His insights are full of mythological and artistic influence. I also love his approach to zodiac degrees, as they contain really mesmerizing descriptions and fill you with a sense of destiny when you study them.
4. S. Arroyo. This author is a professional psychologist who emphasized a personal approach to the client (literally a lot on this point in the introductions to his books). He stressed the need for a “modern astrology” in his works. He wrote a lot of valuable material on interpersonal relationships and karmic astrology, full of enriching, professional insights. These books are a worthy guideline for astrologers on how to conduct their practice.
5. M. R. Meyer. He doesn’t only delve deep into the subject, but also teaches the astrologer how to do their work. He provides guidelines on how to discover and show a person their purpose, the main angles, and guiding light of their personality. It can be a great help if your aim is to understand yourself and unleash your potential, not just to study the events of your life.
6. M. D. March and J. McEvers. Despite my general affection for deep, psychological insights, which the books of these authors may somewhat lack, I also found them to be a very good course book for beginners. They share all the required practical knowledge in their books, which a reader may need to learn various basic techniques, and there are also examples included.
7. Jan Kefer. He was not only an astrologer but also a hermetic magician. He composed a very detailed astrological glossary, which is used by many professional astrologers. It can be really handy when it comes to active practice. Maybe somewhat complicated for a complete beginner, but once you know what you are doing, it becomes an exceptional guide.
8. Bill Herbst. He was the first Western astrology author I read, and I enjoyed his insights into Houses. It was a fresh perspective compared to general online descriptions. The 1st House is more than just looks, and the 2nd House is deeper than money and possessions—friends and talents are valuable too. Very curious comparisons.
And it’s always worth reading some of the ancient works, for they hold a lot of wisdom, which enriches your knowledge and changes your perspective. Just remember about the balance between tradition and modernity 🙂
I also deeply advise studying astrological magic along with charts (there are a lot of materials on it; even I. Regardie wrote some) as it is also a part of Western Astrology—forgotten and rejected because of official doctrines, but preserved in Higher Magic and traditional witchcraft. It is my firm belief that we should reunite these parts of Western Astrology.
But this is a topic for the next post.
Thanks for reading, and I hope it was useful 🙂
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Right now I’m sitting in my garden, bathing in the sunlight, listening to the birds’ chirping and feeling the gasps of cool evening breeze on my skin.
The grass in our garden looks like a fluffy, silky mattress. I walked on it barefoot just a second ago, delighted to feel its cool, delicate softness. I wish I could lie down on it and fall asleep. Our lavender smells like dreams and magic, such a gorgeous, rich yet delicate fragrance. I stroked its leaves and buds, and my palms still preserve their scent.
My husband makes a grill, and I’m waiting for it, enjoying the connection with nature and anticipating the delicious food.
The sky is clear, and since it is sundown, I can observe this splendid amber radiance just looking at it straight with my bare eye.
I used to be Young Werther once, but now I’m turning into a cat.
Is it progress? You tell me 😀
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Well, I think I take a lot of breaks from the internet, I have my life arranged by these pauses, to be honest. I know that it is a time to unplug when my brain is on fire, I literally feel like it is sizzling on the frying pan, then I disengage from this activity usually. I take a lot of breaks while doing things, because by some mystery, even though I’m attentive to details, still I have a very short attention span and I’m distracted easily.
Actually, when I compare myself to other people, I think I don’t spend so much time on the internet, and I’m definitely not addicted to it. I know it is a tendency nowadays to connect all of your life with the social media, showing off constantly, and I’m aware that it is even considered to be a spiritual thing on FB, when you spam it all with your photos at different poses and angles and write everything about yourself including your name, surname, weight of your children, your house number and the password to your credit card, but it is not my approach to life.
I don’t judge these people, I know that they do it because they are addicted to positive emotions they gain from the attention of others. We, as a human kind, are easily obsessed with anything which helps us to feel better and valued, help us to experience tremendous surges of emotions, it always was so. Once these were public executions, now it is the internet. We feel better than others and thrilled. And some people are more prone to these things.
But it is easy to overcome with inner discipline, I guess. And I have some.
What to I normally do to have some rest from being online?
I go for a walk almost every day, with music though, but it is still a difficult task to navigate the internet while practicing intensive walking.
I always find time to read in the garden in the evening. I meditate, I also practice drawing, which also requires taking my attention off the internet, and do some domestic chores (I admit, with earbuds again), and it is another reason to unplug.
I also do some work in the garden, but this is a more rare occasion 😀
This is tiresome, but very replenishing at the same time.
It’s time! I’m heading to my garden to read 🙂
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Why is it always about “me, me, me”? “I expect, I want, I look for.” “I value.” It is generally the same story when it comes to friendships or love.
I don’t really like the perspective of this question. For me, it is rather an introspective matter. Am I a good friend? What can I give others?
Though, probably it is best to begin with the essence of friendship. What is it? I suppose, just as with love or any other kind of human relationship, we all have a very subjective perspective on this matter. What is friendship for some people isn’t necessarily the case for others. There are instances of one-sided friendship, and I personally had an instance of this in my life.
There was a certain girl who enjoyed showering me with tears via phone for about 6-8 hours a day. I saw a friend in her, whereas she was constantly looking for friends somewhere, but never finding one. I’m a very patient type of person, but everything has its limits. Seriously, at some point, I just wished her “to find her own people” and stopped answering her calls.
It was a time when I had my own fascination with trying to reach and fight for friendship and respect from people who were emotionally inaccessible in general. I fought for the love of my own parents through connecting with this type of person… Well, I had my own issues.
When I was 17 or so, I remember feeling that I missed something in my life. I felt a lonely, unfilled void inside my heart, and I usually told everybody that I was looking for a “true friendship”, which I characterized as understanding beyond limits, reading each other’s minds, feeling the same emotions with the same intensity, and of course, having deep, philosophical discussions non-stop. I was justly asked if what I was looking for was really a friendship. I was lonely and I craved understanding. I guess I was looking for the Divine acceptance and love in its true form (Dead Can Dance – Agape, my favorite band, by the way), but I looked for it on Earth, in it’s material reflection.
I don’t perceive friendship in such an exalted, idealized way anymore. People tend to romanticize relationships, trying—again—to reach out for glimpses of divine love in them (take the idea of twin flames, for instance).
Now I think of friendship as walking the same road and supporting each other along the way. Intellectual connection is important, yes (maybe that is what makes this road “the road”), but so are loyalty and trust. If I perceive someone as my friend, I can forget about little irritating things or some discrepancies in our views. I value the person, and I want to continue walking the same road. As simple as that. And of course, equality is really important, even though I’m naturally attracted to stronger characters.
Still… I wish I could call myself a good, valuable friend. I’m well-read and have hobbies, sure, but I can be monotonous and gloomy. I can be loyal and protective (Leo Mars), but I’m passive and keep to my mysteries (what do you expect from a Scorpio Rising and Capricorn Moon?). Relationships with me are shaky, and even though I’m supportive and full of empathy, it can sometimes turn out to be a toxic trait. I don’t party, I’m not an easy-going type of person, nor am I chill. I’m complicated af, and it spreads to my sense of humor as well (either too dark or too tragic – imagine Young Werther becoming a comedian for one day).
There is always room for improvement, I guess. I wish I were a better one, but whatever I try, I still turn out to be imperfect. I have a small number of friends, but I have some, and I’m grateful for that ❤ Some people can accept my imperfections after all 🙂
“I’m losing my religion… Oh, no I said too much. I’ve never said enough.”
Now it plays in my head, thanks a lot, daily prompt.
I’m not a religious type, but I’m a believer, which is not the same for me at all. My approach to faith has changed a lot since my childhood, to be honest. I was brought up in a Christian background, though it was more a matter of tradition for my family on my mother’s side, and my father’s side of the family was over-traditionally, religiously pious.
My father told me once that it’s a matter of tradition to him, for he is a materialist deep down. I’m the complete opposite of that, a vice versa type of person.
Tradition is an empty shell without true belief (now Paradise Lost – True Belief is playing in my head; I’m very musical today). Tradition is a shape needed for some people to understand notions that should be felt deeply, personally experienced, and should change you entirely, filling everything with sense, essence, and connection. It’s a wonder. See? It is difficult to explain with words. Not everyone is shaped to experience this, but some people still need something. Therefore, there always was a need for tradition, religion, rules, logic, and established morals. They provide a rational structure and direction. People need a definition of what is “right.” They are right in their own right.
For some, religion establishes moral values. My moral values are primarily based on empathy (live as you like, just don’t hurt others. At least intentionally) which is common to both religious and non-religious people.
I don’t want someone to define what is right or wrong or determine the relationship with the divine for me.
I felt that there are no gods/holy spirit in churches since a very early age. I read the Bible trying to understand and establish my own personal connection with the divine. I read other religious texts too, and being very young, I came to the conclusion that all religions are right and wrong at the same time. That God is Absolute, the Oneness, the boundless Love. And we all are aiming at that. And so I lived.
I was sure I could reach out to this force through creative writing, in my emotional peaks, in the intense surges of inspiration, and in moments of love. I thought it was my form of prayer, as were my manic states, and of course, the emotions I felt while listening to music:
The clearest and fearless reflection of infinity,
There is no time, nor space within, nor remnants of proximity
Only unending light and joy mingled with sadness,
Enchanting rhythm of the unbounded vastness...
As if my heart leapt from the sky abruptly and exaltedly
Flew far away inspired, bright, than stopping, falling haltingly.
Bewildering and shocking passers-by
My shadow dances in the mirrors of their eyes.
As always laughing, chanting - then... it dies!
An instant and eternal burst of happiness!
Awe-stricken I am looking at the sky
My eyes are questioning the open heavens' emptiness.
While I am reaching out to your sacredness
Begging to cleanse me from the everyday profanity...
In a quick instant of my usual day insanity.
Though I have tried the mead of poetry one day
(Of doubtful quality anyway)
I've never drunk the finest wines of music - so you say.
My words are craving for you, melody, please stay,
But do you ever really need me?
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Oneness, connection, eternal unconditional love. I dreamt of this love, I craved this love, the full understanding, the final and unlimited acceptance… Something which will grant forgiveness, ease, and being at the right place and time finally.
Sure, I believed in reincarnation too, and the manifold of various worlds and realities my soul will visit someday. Better worlds. I still believe in that, but as you see, it’s not a religion, it’s not a tradition, it is my subjective way of feeling all this.
After I dropped out of my psychology studies and cut ties with my father, there was a time I also went through a series of acute, maddening anxiety attacks. I was sure something bad was going to happen. I tried to pray, and felt it was time to choose a certain path for myself. I reasoned about this with my therapist and my husband, until I finally reached out to Odin during one of my meditations (I separated from my father but connected with All-Father, it was very symbolic indeed), and that was the sign I had been looking for. And I chose that path (I supposedly have some Swedish roots from my mom’s side – “supposedly” is a key word here – perhaps they called to me. Strangely, Slavic Paganism to which I’m more related by blood never really attracted me much).
But as I studied Norse traditional paganism, I discovered that I also felt it as confining and restricting in its pure form, so I wandered away from the religious path again, in order to rediscover my own way. As an outcome, I understand that the contact with Gods, with archetypes, is important to me, as they teach and guide me. They are the doors, leading me to this Absolute love and Oneness, something that connects humans, Gods/archetypes, stars, galaxies, animals, everything, where no one is alone or rejected.
I see it a bit like in the Kabbalistic perspective: Absolute – Gods/Archetypes – Ideals, Myths, Spirits, Angels – Humans/Animals. Contacting the Absolute through Gods gives me a personal perspective, but still, as you see, it is not a religion. It is my subjective perspective, my beliefs, my unique philosophy or worldview, if you wish.
I take some concepts from the outer world only to find the fitting/ready descriptions of how I feel it myself. For I’m establishing my own connection, my own way of talking with the Divine.
And I respect any other religion, path, and philosophy, for we all are trying to reach this Oneness, trying to speak with the Absolute, be better, and vibe higher. We just use different languages for that. 🙂
PS: WP AI Picture generator decided to stop generating something even remotely looking like me. It seems he doesn’t get the idea of “slim straight nose” at all anymore… And when he does, he creates way too long faces. I’m starting missing Deep AI 😦
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I remember these times, sure, as we got an internet connection in our home by the time I was 13 years old. Was it such a good time, though?
People write about “real connections,” playing in the sand and running around with true friends, calling each other and talking all night… I was “different,” lonely and separated from others since a very early age. I don’t want to write another tearful post; I simply didn’t feel this togetherness. I played alone, confined and lost as always in the mesmerizing realms of my imagination.
I was that kid who played with imaginary friends, that’s true. We all had superpowers, and traveled to different, better worlds, having adventures together…
I never played on the playgrounds unless my mom forced me to. Actually, my best memory of that is how I ran away from other kids and made a ship out of my handkerchief, making it swim in the large pool. My mind turned it into a great boundless sea.
I definitely preferred sitting at home, in silence, lost in imagination. A real dialog between me and my grandmother back in those days:
‘What are you doing sitting all alone there?’
‘Please don’t bother me, I’m thinking.’
I was out of my mind with Disney cartoons (there were also some post-socialistic ones on TV; I admired Czech Krtek the most, but still, Disney was my best choice). In all honesty, I could be ill and out of power, but they would heal me in an instant. That was real healing power/restoration magic!
I was curious and inquisitive, so I loved the channels about nature, history, and similar stuff. Once a big fan of Sailor Moon and Pokémon (Aleksandra and Laura know), I remember how furious I was when my father called this ‘nonsense.’ He always “knew the best,” of course.
Bookworm – that’s who I also was! And I still am! Since I learned how to read, it was difficult to pull me away from books. But in those so cherished times without the internet, all these books were expensive. My family members were initially relieved because why invent some other present for my birthday? There was already a perfect one! But I read all the children’s books I found on the shelves, then all the adult novels, and there was a problem because I had nothing to read.
Than my grandmother took me to the library.
How I hated that place! First, I always finished reading books before the term had passed; second, why would I want to part with something I treasured so much? I wanted all these books to be mine! Only MINE! My preciouuusss. I mean I’d willingly work there, but I hate, when the books are not mine and my reading habits depend on someone else.
I read all the time. I read even in school during classes and recesses to hide from loneliness, pressure, and bullying… The books were my comfort zone. At a certain point, teachers started (and never finished) complaining and trying to punish me by depriving me of reading. I was the only one whom they prohibited from reading, instead of forcing me to do it, like they did to other kids
Also, before we had the internet… I actually don’t remember how it really was, either my grandparents bought me a computer, or it was commissioned by my mom’s work; still, it stood right in front of me, square and white. There was an Aladdin game there, which I played all the time instead of doing math 😀
Later, I added The Sims, Heroes of Might and Magic, Warcraft III, and so on to my collection. These games circulated in our class, and I had a friend (only one, and she was constantly mad at me for something, but we also had nice discussions while drinking tea) from whom I borrowed them back then.
Eventually, you know what? My life improved significantly since I got the internet. I had unlimited access to books and music. I met lots of like-minded people, and I actually made many friends and could develop my hobbies and passions. I learned foreign languages, drawing, and practiced yoga thanks to this magical thing. I met my husband because of the internet. Finally, I’m sharing all these memories with you because of it 🙂
Do I remember the time before the internet? Yes. Do I miss it? Not a chance.
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I don’t want to turn this into one of those blogs that like to scratch and cut open their wounds, but since WordPress is interested in my response to this question, here it is. When I thought about it during my walk today, Nightwish – End Of All Hope started playing (my main playlist is set to random). It almost perfectly suits what I’m writing. If you don’t want to check it out, that’s fine 🙂 But if you like it, you’ll know.
I’m good at resurrection. In my previous post, I discovered so many heart-warming comments about being content with simple pleasures, being inspiring, having beautiful outlook on life and being normal (though what is normal?). It was amazing and very supportive – thanks for being here for me 🙂 I’m glad to receive all these kind words and treat it as a sign of my own mental health-related progress 🙂
I wasn’t always like that. In all honesty, most of my life, I was deprived of simple pleasures, calmness, sanity, support, and care. I’m a person who literally ate paper, or flower mixed with water (fried or cooked) because of starving and having no other choice. I was told that I don’t deserve to be loved, wasn’t hugged, and was constantly told that I was boring, monotonous, and worse. There were much darker days, though. In my own home, where I should have found safety.
I never found any support or contentment outside home, as I was bullied at school (I constantly cried, so children thought it was funny), and then at my first University. It was a nightmare on Earth, and my love relationships before I met my husband were highly toxic. I wasn’t good at ending them (by that I mean being with someone who mistreated me for 3.5 years because I was insanely afraid to break up and literally hating the hell out of him).
I cried for months curled on my sofa, and then, all of a sudden, I had so much energy burning inside me, sizzling, dazzling, making me tremble and lie awake all night due to insomnia. During the daytime, I walked—no, I flew—from one end of the city to the other, winged and drunk on heavy music playing in my ears. For about 8 hours or so, I almost ran through the whole city, crossing it over and over. No one cared.
People used to call me weak back then, but then I started hearing different opinions:
“She is so different from you. You don’t accept her, but she never stops being herself. She is very strong in her own way.”
“You had a terrible start in life. How did you turn out so warm and empathetic?”
“You were broken so many times. Why do you still hope, believe, and trust people?”
Because I had no other choice. It was always so simple: either I fall down and die, deprived of even a glimpse of hope, or only a small part of me will die this time, but I’ll change and resurrect again and again, be reborn and continue to hope, to dream, to see some sense, to find more sense, and finally to discover some higher sense in what surrounds me.
And it helped me to go on. To open up to this world like a flower each time it is touched by sun rays. To get up after failures, and and not afraid of building something new. To find joy in the simple things finally, because even simplicity is transcendent with divinity, with spirit, with the Higher Sense. I see its reflection in all: in love, in books, in discussions, in art, in flowers, in sea waves, in music, even in good food.
The Higher Sense. That is why I’m into spirituality and magic so much—I tried different approaches and I found my own way of talking with the Absolute, eventually. Nonetheless, I respect other people’s approaches and beliefs. We each have our own way of talking with the Absolute. This helped me to go on, rise again, and resurrect when I was surrounded by darkness, despair, and destruction.
“And in this connection with something that reaches far beyond the limits of human existence, way beyond the limits of everyday life, I finally understood what I really always wanted: to experience again and again this moment, the delight of being the one with the immensity and elusiveness of the Universe. To be deprived of this feeling – the very experience of its absence – means loosing the only link to the world that goes beyond the illusory mundane reality, be confined to remaining in a meaningless dream that is already inexorably coming to an end….”
I wrote it 10 years ago, it is a translated quote from my old short story “Escape”. But it is true even today. I am like a lighting bulb which is always connected with the current (magic/divine), therefore I’m good at resurrecting, changing, resisting, shading old skins, believing, seeing wonder in small things, getting better, accepting my emotions and desires, appreciating, empathizing…
I will always rise again, from dust, from coals, from suffering. I’m good in resurrecting. Just my eyes are a tiny bit sad sometimes.
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I hope you enjoyed these photos and could virtually share this walk with me 🙂 And, answering today’s prompt: I’m having it all right now. I don’t aim high anymore; I’m not exceptional – and I’m fully aware of that.
Still, I have enough space to create, to develop myself intellectually (That’s where my ambitions actually lie: ceaselessly developing, always gathering knowledge, and trying to be a better person with each second, each step, and each breath), and to learn new things. I’m safe, I love and am loved, and I have friends (I’m an introvert, I don’t want many friends, I value quality over quantity). My health issues are under control. I’m surrounded by breathtaking natural views. What more could I ask for? 🙂
In addition to that, I should boast a bit: my husband is a culinary genius. This is a perfect pizza made by him, better than the one we ate near the sea 😀
Enjoy your weekend, everybody! 🙂
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