Hello everyone, Few people, including myself, have started at our university a reading group about the history of slavery in general and in the USA in particular. I am posting here a brief slide show, if you would like to learn a bit about what we know, according to the historical records, about the beginnings of slavery here in the USA. I think that we need to excavate deep into the history to understand more what is happening today. Not born and raised here, I was oblivious to race, religion and all kinds of differences. I still am. I do not like when people are called names or treated differently based on their origins and their other characteristics. We are all people and we all have souls. Period. For what is worth, we could all have been born in different bodies.
I have written this poem for Visual Verse Anthology of Art and Words, it is published on page 24, you can read their current issue if you click here: Visual Verse Anthology of Art and Words. The poem is based on the picture above and represents what I saw when I looked at it.
The antithesis of obliviousness By Andrada Costoiu
Peeking through the gates of time and space, I seek escape from the place I am stuck. I do not belong to this sentimental ecosystem of hollow chests, With people that smile to convince their bodies that are happy.
In the place where no one cares, I water the tree of love, Pluck its leaves and send them away To the ones who play the same game. We connect, If there is a wind, there is a way.
They say that romantics make the most unreliable spies, But this time I made it. The whole in the fence is the path, Not slow, but fast, I bid goodbye to the place that sings everyday happy birthday to the death of souls.
I feel like a citizen of Hades blinded by the sun. I stumble, The heart is a small muscle with a tremendous strength, It got me here, across the fence, back to the place where it all started.
I am an unbound soul smitten with the eternal light, I sync with the others, across the flying leaves, Maybe one day we’ll break the fences of all mundane places, And save the ones that shrug and fade into the dark.
Above the foxhole everything is fire Clouds are rolling, Stained by the rage of the man made world. His fingers are clenched on the wire, That sends a screaming order to move forward To all those destined to fill the infantrymen’ boots.
Steel helmet in the rain, He joins the game of hide and seek with bullets, And hopes to be among the winners, As there is no replay, The penalty of losing could take your soul away.
His team now takes the village, He stops behind a wall, then points his gun, The end and the tomorrow both dwelling by his finger, And what he’ll choose will be the faith of one.
Astounding insight into the human soul, Immersed in holiness and sin, The battle is about primal survival, And thus the man in front of him will lose, and he will win.
I miss London and I want to share more of my experiences in the city with you.
Last year, walking the Thames River path, near Blackfriars , I saw a white building, with a roof covered in moss. I didn’t really know what to make out of it! Was it a small castle? Was it an arena? These were the questions that were running through my mind when I noticed that many people were seating on the ground, in a cue, as they were waiting for something. I went and asked ….and it turned out to be a theater. Not just any theater, but Shakespeare’s Globe Theater, which is a reconstruction of the Globe Theatre for which William Shakespeare wrote his plays!
The original theatre was built in 1599, destroyed by the Great Fire of London in 1613. The theatre was rebuilt in 1614, and then demolished in 1644. This modern Globe Theatre is an academic approximation of the original one, it is considered quite realistic, though it accommodates only 1,400 spectators compared to the original theatre’s 3,000. It was opened to the public in 1997.
I’m a lover of arts, so of course, I wanted in! There were no tickets for that night, but I did buy a ticket for “As you like it,” for the following night.
I had no idea what to expect, but let me tell you this: I have been inside hundreds of cultural landmarks and this one is one of a kind. When I entered, I felt like a portal to another era has opened. Shakespeare’s era!
The theater has an arena where people stand and then there is seating across the arena, in balconies and galleries. All these have benches, wooden benches! I got one of those seats and I’m so happy I got a pillow, because….let’s put it this way, you need a cushion when you’re seating on a wood bench with no back rest for couple of hours…..
The play itself was a transformative, radical experience. Ever seen those movies where they show how old theater was done? Those ones where the audience becomes rowdy and occasionally some unlucky actors get pelted with rotten tomatoes? It’s funny, but it was just like that! The audience, including me, often exploded in ovations and laughs. But of course, there was no tomatoes or food produce throwing! This is me, happy this place where past meets present.
After the play I went to their small library, which is filled with souvenirs and great books. I couldn’t leave without buying some, one book for me and two for each of my kids :).
I think during the pandemic the Globe is closed. They have performances online, but nothing is the same as watching a play inside the venue. I think the pandemic will be over soon, wishful thinking! So…when it opens and if you are around that area, go and experience. You’ll feel as you entered the somewhat more complicated emotional world of Shakespeare.
I wish everyday would be a holiday. Why can’t we keep the lights on on our streets, houses and souls, all the time? I wish we would.
Today, I am sending you my very best wishes, my good thoughts and my love, and I hope that you are celebrating (for those who are celebrating), together with the ones you love.
Not really a Christmas desert, but I am going to share with you a very easy recipe of Lava Cake, for the chocolate lovers, that my son had found on the internet. He said, “Mom! I found something that you can actually make!” . He knows I am not a master, but I am alright:)
So, here is the easiest Lava Cake that has been ever invented:)
The picture may not look fancy, but it is really good. Here is how to make it: Mix in a bowl 1/4 cup flour(30gr)+1/2 powdered sugar(70gr)+a pinch of salt+2 large eggs+2 yolks. In a separate bowl, put 1 stick unsalted butter(100gr) + 1/2 cup (I put more ….2/3 cup) of chocolate chips(170gr) and melt these in a microwave. After this is melted, mix with the other composition of flour and the other ingredients.Spray a tray of cupcakes so the mixture would not stick , pour in the mixture and put it in the oven for 8-10 minutes (the oven has to be preheated at 400F-200C). That’s it!
I live in memories lately, wishing that I could have my old life back, whisking that I could take a plane to a different part of the world. I’m not tired of mine……but I am bird and I like to fly. Like most of us though, I think I am now only capable of mind flights…around the world. So, I am going to share with you few pictures and insights from a trip I took to London, the summer of last year.
London. For any it is the city where they live, where they work, where they go to the grocery store….or the restaurants. For me, it was a wonderful adventure.
I always wanted to visit this abbey, because of its impressive history. I don’t know what it is like now, it might be closed because of the pandemic, but last summer I learned that if you want to visit the abbey you should buy tickets online:). I remember getting there around 12, and the lines were huge. The Abbey is beautiful inside, the history floats in the air and is under your feet. I liked it so much that the next day I woke up early and went to the mass. I thought it’s going to be in the church but the sermon was held in the small chapel. Bummer! It was funny, because there was a girl next to me that had angels ears. She kept laughing and seemed a little bewildered. That’s when I lowered my gaze and noticed the priest’s shoes – he had style! I tried not to think about priests’ fashion and concentrate on giving thanks and praying for a better world! I still have these memories….:)
If you walk few streets from the Abbey, there is another church, Westminster Church. This one is impressive too. Cannot stop but thinking that the church was and is so powerful! They had and have a lot of money to build such impressive buildings. In this church there were many chapels, each with their history. Among other things I was impressed by the body of St John Southworth, a man that was killed in 1535 because of his faith. This made me feel sad, his body looked so small; it was enclosed in a glass shrine. His mummy was fully clothed and had a mask on his face.
Last……this is a random picture I took on the streets of London…..
Everyone should enrich their life with around the world travel…..I think I have complied with that today :).
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The sun above is scorching the playground, The child burns his fingers on the only swing, From outside the walls the eyes are watching, His every move, his everything. The camp keeps other people that fled from war- thorn place, The snipers are now far, but other jailors rule this space.
A sad national symbol that flies above the ground, Had stamped undocumented the boy’s and other souls And locked them up because they made it, While buried free the souls that drowned.
Pushing his legs the child is swinging higher in the sun, Oblivious to man-made rules that shouldn’t, Build cages for the lives of people like him, Or for the lives of anyone.
Perhaps one day the current faith in borders, Will dissipate just like the air under his swing, Leaving the truth, good morals, justice and good conscience, To document belonging to a society where fair will be the king.