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….
I started the day with a walk on the beach, which is something that I always try to do when I have time. It is a beautiful cloudy day here, a bit unusual for Southern California where is always sunny. But the clouds will disappear, they always go, without leaving us a drop of rain….
But the weather is not what I want to write about in this post. I want to say a few things about life, as I thought about it on my walk.
The path to go down to the beach is always steep. There are so many ways to get down, you can either take stairs or go down on different paths, some paved and some are just dirt paths.
But whichever way you go, you’ll always start at the top, and from there the views are incredible.
I took some stairs and while I was going down, I did what I always do: scan the beach, look for dolphins and whales. I haven’t seen any whales in 2 years, and I have only seen dolphins 5 times this year – but I still look for them every time!
There were no dolphins today either, but there were more people than usual.
Out of all these……a group of people caught my eye.
They were facing the ocean, and when I got closer, I realized it was a mother (elderly – with white hair). She was on a wheelchair and on each side, there were 2 adults, a man and a woman (I think her children). This almost brought me to tears. I wondered what was her story, what were their stories? I passed them thinking how wonderful for them to build memories like this. I also felt a bit of sorrow, thinking how quickly time passes…and with it, our life.
Then there was a younger mom, she might have been in her late 50’s. It looked like she was having a picnic with her 3 kids, teenagers all. When I was walking towards them, she started smiling, I knew she couldn’t possibly smile at me like that, so I looked back. Guess who was coming with a bouquet of orange rosses? Her teenage daughter….. What a wonderful day she will have!
I guess what I am trying to say with these little scenes of life, on a Sunday morning, on a beach in California is that we all have our life stories. We all have a story! For some the story is just beginning, for others it nears the end. Whatever the end means! Maybe there is no real end and is just transformation.…. But we each have a story, here, now, our own story to build, to cherish and to live….. So let’s do that!
I want to recognize one more thing.
Life is not the same for everybody, some people have it easy, some others have it hard (I pray for the people in India right now). Some people battle depression. To you, the ones going through rough patches I want to say this- you are not alone. But when you’re feeling down, remember that somebody brought you here on this earth, so please stay for them if not for you. Stumble, but please, no matter how hard it is, keep moving forward. To those feeling like quitting, don’t. Play Scarlet O’Hara instead. “Tomorrow is another day!” There is light at the end of the tunnel…..
To all, young, old, mothers or not, happy day to you…..happy day to life……
I hate death, the one that comes into people’s homes to take their loved ones. I hate death, the one that chases all of us in our thoughts, every once in a while. The one who says he’s not afraid of death, he’s lying. Do you know why? Because we’re all afraid of the absolute unknown, and this is what death is, an absolute unknown.
According to the Christian religion, Jesus suffered crucifixion. I imagine him next to Roman soldiers, with nails in his hands.
I think he was scared too, even for a moment or more, but what helped him was his faith. And that’s what left us, and that’s what we’re celebrating now, with Easter holidays.
I don’t know what to say about the afterlife, except that faith in the afterlife exists in one form or another, in every religion. And I think…… I believe that there is nothing more beautiful for a human being who is facing death at least once in his life (that is for those who did not lose anyone and whose confrontation with death is their own death), than the hope and courage to believe in the limitless opportunities of eternity……
Tonight, and always, believe. Believe in yourself, believe in life. Let the light and hope shine in your souls.
Tonight, light a candle for your friends, for your loved ones who have gone before you, and say a prayer from the heart. Someone….. if not them…..will hear it …..
I wish you all a happy Easter. Love, Andrada
Note: For the ones who do not know, I was born in Romania, a country that is homogenous in terms of religion and race. In Romania most people are Christian Orthodox (81.04% of the country’ population). I was born a Christian Orthodox. Other religious denominations include the Catholics, both Latin Catholicism (4.33%) and Greek Catholicism (0.75%–3.3%), Calvinists(2.99%), and Pentecostals (1.80%). Today, Romanian Christian Orhodox celebrate Easter.
Weathering storms by hiding in houses, Or deep inside yourself…. You’re caught in the game of making and unmaking.
Your human heart, God’s open wound, Is master of dramatic effects, both candid and frightful….
Blink….
Every day you save a part of yourself, From the refined culture of forms and frames, In which this world is trying to shape you or judge you by….
That’s good! You’re fire and not shape! You have wings and these don’t bow, Instead, they make you fly, Away from the sclerotic narratives that want you down below.
Smile….
Out of the shadow of the abstract man or woman, It’s you, Bursting out the volcano of your being, Poisoning the whole world with an eruption of your dreams.
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Today, on Earth day, I am recommending a documentary about our planet. It is an educative movie about soil degradation and climate changes, and about what we can do for a cleaner, better future of our planet.
Personally, I think everyday should be Earth day, it is the only home we have.
Friends and foes, Please gather, Sit together and speak thy truth. Perhaps we can settle the swords and the jabs, Perhaps …
“Sure!” spoke Innocence, beautiful, suave creature, From the depths of naïve knowledge, she said: “We can reach togetherness, After all, we are in this together….”
“Really?” says the Skepticism “It seems that you glide through time learning nothing! Innocence, you’re just beautiful passing beauty….”
“Passing? No!”, says Innocence, “I’m always here, for without me how would you love? How would you hate?”
“Love? Hate?” says Rationality “After I made a considerable number of records over a long period of time, I consider that…. It’s all a pile of whims!”
“Maybe,” says the Idealism “But the man should always create another illusion, I am not ready to give up on dreams!”
“I am surprised you’re still here, Idealism! In an official universe, Where relationships, careers, life…. is predetermined, How have you not succumbed To day-by-day unhappiness inertia?” asked Rationality.
“Silence! All kneel! Surrender!” shouted someone from behind, “Accept my yoke and we will be saved!” It was Knowledge, demanding to be queen.
They all fell silent, Innocence became guilty, Rationality started to bow, Idealism became aggressive, Knowledge……did not become queen.
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Andrada Costoiu 