waiting for luck


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This is a shot from my favourite artist, Vladimir Kush.  It’s called ‘Waiting for Luck’.

Description:  The jumper has stalled for a moment before the resilient force of the trampoline throws him into the water.  The image of the morning is connected with entering a new day.  The golden light of the morning ensures optimism and hope for all the best awaiting us ahead. 

I wish you the same, wherever in the world you may be!

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no patience nor energy


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Meryl Streep is one of my favourite actresses and in a recent article in the elephant journal she says:

True freedom is understanding that we have a choice in who and what we allow to have power over us.

Each individual’s day-to-day level of agency varies with lifestyle and a host of socio-economic factors, where at any given moment some people actually have less choice than others.

But many of us only think we are lacking in choice.

(The next time you think you “can’t” be outside because it’s too cold, think about a prisoner who really does not have the choice to go outside).

True empowerment is about recognizing where the choice is and then moving in directions that reinforce not only our joy and presence but also this feeling of knowing that we have choice.

To me, that has everything to do with who we interact with—how we treat others, how we are treated.

We all have to deal with—welll, a**holes—sometimes. That’s just a fact. Thickening our skin is necessary. We can’t hide from the world just because people are jerks; to an extent, we have to learn how to deal with them. We have to learn this to survive.

There will always be jerks. Sad but true.

But life is too short to feel small on a regular basis, to be in close proximity to this kind of energy any more than is necessary. We may try to be tough, but it can wear on us—especially the extra-sensitive souls.

This quote has been floating around the internet as something that Meryl Streep said (wrote), but should be attributed to Portuguese self-help author José Micard Teixeira.

“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.

I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping.

I hate conflict and comparisons.

I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals.

And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”

Regardless of who said it and why I love this quote very much.

Here’s to Meryl’s and your, grace and beauty.

beauty, rising from the ashes


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The Love themes for this month seem to be overflowing for me at present.  I am discovering that there are many stories to tell and that somehow, in some mysterious way, these stories are finding me in wonderful, unexpected ways.

Last night I found this wonderful picture of a Heart (posted above) and I knew that I wanted to know more about the creation and more importantly the person who created it and her story.

There is always a story behind everything we create and express.  Something must always come from something.  So I sent a note asking if I could write about her work and her creations.  And she wrote back.

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Her name is Antonella.

A few weeks back we had connected over a letter found in a park written by someone who has lost someone dear.  Funny how paths can cross sometimes.

I asked Antonella if she would be happy for me to write about her Heart and the story behind it.  She said “yes”.

This is our dialogue that took place last night:

justme:  I write a blog and if you were willing I’d like to write about your work, your creations, especially the Heart.

Antonella: you can write using my heart but please I would like you to use my watermarked pic.  This Heart has a special meaning for me and it is a result of a painful Love.  It took me years to express what my Heart feels like and how long it too me to be where I am now.  It is a Heart of a Survivor.  I thought I could not live without him.  I consumed myself until my Heart almost died of Hope.  Although my Pain, I still have the courage to LOVE.  What else would you like to know?

I noticed whilst typing this out today that the words of “Heart”, “Love,” “Survivor”, “Hope” and “Pain” that Antonella wrote were all written in capital letters. This, to me, symbolises how important these values are to Antonella (note: ‘him’ is in lower-case, symbolising that some processing work has taken place).

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Some of us, (not all), can connect with this type of Pain.  I know that I can, as I have.

It is a kind of Pain that is all-consuming. It takes over everything. All colours become grey. Your senses are more fragile than they have ever been. It is a Pain that threatens to rip your heart right out of your body so much so that you struggle to breathe. Each breath you take, is laborious and painful, and so difficult (and at times, seemingly pointless).

You wonder why your heart has not stopped and why (and how) it continues to still beat, day after day. It is the kind of Pain that seeps, deep, into your bones. Every part of you aches. You are in agony and darkness. And even after time, which in all honesty has been pretty much senseless, has lapsed, and you think you’re stronger, you know traces of it still run deep in your veins as you are able to feel its presence in your every-day. The Pain is sedimented in your psyche, in your soul. It follows you like your silent shadow; your familiar companion. It is a kind of heartbreak that never leaves you but somehow it breaks you open in ways you can almost feel grateful for. But only later. Gratitude comes, but much, much later.

After all, it is the cracks within us that allow for the Light to come through.

It is our journey through fire (and pain) that allows us to come out the other side, beaten and bruised, but a little wiser and certainly more connected with our fellow human beings, who suffer as we do.

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Our eyes see what we now resonate with.

Antonella also said to me: well behind everything I do there is a story, an event…I turned angry feelings into creativity and if this Heart can put a smile on someone’s face, then it mean I have a good use of my energy.  Creativity has given me wings to fly 🙂  Please if you can use what I have sent you.  Thank you for wanting to write about my Work.  Spread Love with your beautiful words because the World is craving for it 🙂

And what I would say to her, here, now in this blog is this:

Thank you Antonella for sharing your story with me. It has certainly put a smile on my face and I am sure others will connect with it too. The Heart you have created is a joy to look at for it is truly Beautiful.  I do hope that you go on creating more wondrous delights and share them with the world. The world is hungry for your work. Be like the Phoenix, rising from the ashes for as the story goes, the phoenix is a mythical bird with fiery plumage that lives up to 100 years. Near the end of its life, it settles in to its nest of twigs which then burns ferociously, reducing bird and nest to ashes. And from those ashes, a fledgling phoenix rises – renewed and reborn.

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So there it is — another story. And now I turn it over to you. What have you learned about going through hard times? I’d love to hear…

Suffering and joy teach us, if we allow them, how to make the leap of empathy, which transports us into the soul and heart of another person. In those transparent moments we know other people’s joys and sorrows, and we care about their concerns as if they were our own.”

~Fritz Williams