Once upon a time there was this little girl and this wonderful woman who brought her into this world. The woman was magical , she kept the little girl happy, she made her skin scraps go away and she even had the power to turn substances into different colors in the lab where she was doing research and working.
She also told the little girl wonderful stories , so the little girl grew wings that carried her to follow her dreams.
The little girl grew and followed her life path; the woman was there all along. She still is.
Happy Mother’s Day mom. Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers in the world (including me), because without you this planet would spin empty, without humans. Sending all of you love.
Gigantic, uncontrollable gesture, Was when we were given a heart To live, To love.
Do we understand anything at all?
Collective thoughts of complex spiritual movements, And enigmatic minds of scientific thought What do you have yet about the history and the future of the man itself?
Standing exposed to the wind of time, Ruins, Decay of the flesh, Stand as a description of Being. Still, not discouraged, We’re outflanking the demon Who whispers of death.
Smile and believe Are the only ways to move forward, For stuck with appearances We’re not.
Half foolishness, Half incomplete wisdom, We dream and we may always exist, Somehow, somewhere, if even in the minds of others, For gigantic, uncontrollable gesture, Was when we were given a heart To live, To love.
Note: Dedicated to A, my very good friend who lost her father this past week.
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Both my parents are cancer survivors. This month people come together to honor cancer survivors and raise awareness about reducing cancer risk. This is me, walking for my parents.
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You, woman, man, or whatever you identify with, are like fire. With sparks or sometimes smoldering, you burn, you unfailingly burn….
Now, at the end of the year, it’s time to look at the balance: assess what you have achieved, what is it to do. You have dreams, plans, thoughts…. and together with them, your mind is wondering how many people have warmed up by your fire. How many have found hope in your words, how many have smiled, how many have found light or a bit of safety when there was darkness around them? Did they come? Did they? Are you alone?
Only you, deep down inside yourself, know what you’re feeling. And, just you, alone, now at the end of the year, put some more wood on your fire… to continue burning, for yourself … and for others, for the people that you know and for the ones that you don’t know.
Let it be a good year for you! I wish you to burn full of life and full of dreams, and at the light of your fire to fulfill everything that your heart and mind desires!
Palms that hold dreams, Upside down, Got caught into sticky web of light And made us drop all our belongings but our hearts and minds.
Are we great losers?
No!
We touch…. As dark petals struggle not to fall Into the cosmic depth. We hold each other… If dust comes from the knowledge’s fire. We kiss…. As we pass through the valleys of shadows.
Love The addiction of the soul, If every thought of love would become a breeze, The world would be an endless hurricane.
Hope The addiction of the mind, With it we conquered centuries While many other worlds have died.
In this universe where everything becomes dust We have not bloomed for nothing, Neither you, or I, or him, or her….or them….
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I climbed on the mountains today. I found them as I remembered, serene and beautiful ❤️
The peak I reached is called Vârful Păpuşa (Păpuşa peak), a 2,135-metre (7,005 ft) mountain in the Parâng Mountains of Romania.
To go to the base of the mountain, you have to drive through Transalpina, the road more affectionately known as the ‘King’s Road’ or ‘The Devil’s Pathway’. This is the highest road in Romania, reaching a maximum altitude in the Urdele Pass: 2,145 m. Situated in the Parang Mountains of the Southern Carpathians, the 150 km long road ties Oltenia (historical province in the southern Romania) to Transylvania (central and western Romania) between the towns of Novaci in Gorj County (southern Romania) and Sebes in Alba County (central Romania).
The scenery it’s really beautiful!
The road is only open in the summer, because otherwise it is covered in heavy snow.
Today I took my grandma , 89, to visit a monastery that was built in the mountains , near the city where my family lives. The position of this historical place is really wonderful, on the spectacular Jiu Valley. The monastery is called Lainici, and it was built in 1817, on the foundations of an older monastery, dated to the 14th century.
This is an Orthodox monastery , with only monks. Throughout time, it went through a lot, as the place was destroyed first during the Austro-Hungarian empire in the 18th century, then during the WWI, when the German army destroyed the church, and also the cemetery and the archive.
We always hear others talking about life and how it goes by so fast, but we don’t seem to understand that it truly does. It goes by in a blink. That is why we have to enjoy every moment, the good and the sad ones. That is why we have to create memories, because in the end, we are not the material things we gather but we are the sum of all our memories, all stored within ourselves, deep in hearts and souls.
Today, time slapped me in the face. It did. Not in a bad way but in a way that made me see “it”. I guess the run of everyday life, living life itself masks everything, it masks its passing….
Today my daughter graduated middle school. Watching her walking on the stage from a chair in the audience, I had teary eyes. I wondered when this happened. I felt that it was just yesterday that I was holding her in my arms, a little baby with a pink bandana on her head.
Life….. Life and its wonders….. Life and its beauty…..
From a baby to a young lady…. Her spirit is blooming, and I am smiling. I think it feels like the world’s spring around her, one with butterflies and beautiful flowers – flowers that spring everywhere and represent the endless possibilities that life will bring….
I guess a mother’s love demands a space with ungraspable borders, isn’t that strange? I am here, watching …and watching over her.
Nothing is perfect in this world, but I want her life to be the most wonderful she could have. She doesn’t have to follow the expected path: job, marriage, kids. Whatever will be will be. She should explore ……and make the best of every moment. Time flies in the blink of an eye….