Near Christmas

When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window.Where?Taking a deep breath and trying not to desperately loose myself to the thought: Where is the window? The most real fact is that we are alone..whether or not love is a judge in this trial. Alone with our thoughts, with decisions, with feelings like hate, trust, jealousy and much more. When I was younger I thought about love like the supreme deity and belived in it with my heart, mind and body. What a sincere and innocent felling but also a courageous one. A child, with his power coming from innocence, love, kindness, courage, understanding, gentleness and all the good things that childhood provides is a real treasure, a miracle of life that must be loved and protected. People change so much after some while…and it is sad that the soul also changes…We should look and learn from our children much more because sometimes…we forget to be human and what that should mean to us. Near Christmas, the soul turns to God, remembers childhood, gingerbread and  mistletoe, oranges and cinnamon, remembers how to smile and forgive, be kind and understanding, love and appreciate. And this is the most important Christmas gift ever!

An enumeration…

To believe, to try, to make, to accomplish, to manage, to bring, to stay, to hold, to care, to understand, to encourage…to leave your pride, ego, glory, money, fame, popularity at the door and have the courage to enter without thinking what you have to lose or to win. And after that to be motivated not only from cliches that come to you not through your heart but they come easily like a short escape route that give immediate satisfaction with minimum effort or understanding. Why to lie about: I love you and I’m sorry?These two, excuse many things the easy way without many questions…so that one day they will mean nothing, any of them. They will be just sentences…used! Then it will be said the love and sorrow are being used..and some will cry, and some will be blue, maybe the same that at the begining, they believed, tried, made, accomplished..etc..and had the courage to enter the door as they were,  with their heart!

Holding hands with the Snowflake…

It said to me today that it also likes hot tea (forest fruits) and that we should have one in front of the fireplace. So strange but at the same time it seemed so natural to me, and I wasn’t even wondering why it doesn’t melt? Before I’ve finished my though I was already making assumptions about what keeps it from melting, and I was almost sure it was love..It must be in love. I’ve remembered that love does that to people sometimes, but what about „it”? He was so quiet and calm. Was it because he was sure about something or because it had an answer that figured it all out. Standing there, I’ve asked him if he has second doubts about the fire or if he is afraid. He didn’t answer. Maybe sometimes it’s better not to know, or maybe to wait until the answer reveals itself. It was a love song that he whispered…so beautiful I thought…the fire light made him glow..it was just like an aura surrounding him…I must be dreaming I’ve said. Maybe it’s because it started snowing outside…

An emotional strawberry…

Stands alone…sweet and red…It’s an emotional strawberry…and she doesn’t even know it! Soft and thinking about that the winter it’s near and if cinnamon goes with strawberry..she would like that! Today found herself lost in the toy shelf, between flowers and purple hearts…wondering if anyone will come and take her home..She was wondering if her chances were higher if she was a heart..but they also suffer a lot she thinks again…much better to be taken home by a child then by someone in love..because when the love is gone..the heart is thrown away and hated. Or maybe a flower but they are so easily forgotten.

Thinking about that she falls asleep…

Love songs and thoughts…

I’m listening to Adele and she puts so much passion and feelings in her songs and in the way she sings..Love her songs! At this moment one in particular, that it is called exactly: Love song. And I was thinking about love songs from all time..so many and so beautiful. I remembered that, sometimes I used to listen to Chris Rea – Who do you love..and at one point it says: Who do you love /Who do you really love/ What are you thinking of /At the end of the day/ What do you want/What do you really want? and it is so true  and real, it is just like singing feelings…

One nice end of the day…listening to love songs from all time..romantic and sweet, passionate and powerful, innocent and true…

Late night tea…

Drinking bitter tea, reading about colors and listening to music..The night has it’s special beauty and a silent atmosphere that brings inspiration and calms down the spirits…Royksoop and Lana del Rey sound mesmerizing tonight!

P.S: I took my picture today, looking at myself:

Autumn melancholy…

It so hot outside but the cool wind reminds me that is autumn..a few days till my birthday. I am listening to soft music, a bit jazzy  and drinking tea with a lot of lemon. I will post some pictures with my newest collection of jewelry  in a few days..it’s Morocco inspired. Their architecture inspire me and it has that mystery enveloped in a special perfume, shining in the warm rays of the Sun. I was talking to a friend about people and that we remembered that in our childhood we linked feelings with perfumes, places, clothes, people, names..and so on, so that when we said a name we also felt it. I still remember how it was..and now it’s the same, only more mature(a bit realistic I might say), but as genuine as it was then. So in a discussion about dull things, I said to someone: What you fell is never boring! And replied: Yeah, ok!..and I was surprised that it didn’t had that depth, that meaning as it does to me. People are people, and different in their ways, but I am starting to see that features that might make us weak (like sincere things about us, talking about emotions) are kept aside. I think that happens because the hard times that we live in, stress, and all the circumstances that teach us to be more reserved, more practical but also creates distances between people(just like the Universe is expanding). I was able to talk to my friend about it..but how many friends are there? In conclusion: It must be the autumn melancholy that makes me think this way or the fact that will soon be my birthday and I remember childhood every time it is..to see how it was then, how things evolved, how and who am I now..

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