Autumn 2014

34.

Release the Calm of Vanilla

 

In a cosy coffee shop I watch the main street of my neighbourhood passively buzzing through the wet day. I count bright coloured umbrellas while clocks watch, counting my time... Mist embraces the church of St Anne's, spreading pastel veil dims our houses, shops, pubs; makes me 'comfortably numb', able to accept all what comes: an empty wallet, a little suspended growth (you think so?) one leg in the business markets and one in the art world... Nothing is proper when energy splits (now Wellington boots come into count) the doors of two different worlds opens up and closes down simultaneously and wise Caterpillar doesn't exist to advice; but the warmth is poured into a cup to enjoy watching the main neighbourhood street I very much like.

Mist comes down half the way and slowly takes off, switches off colours but puts on the lights; lands hope once again, oh dear, what is going on...

 

I swing in between red lipstick attitude and promises which turn into rain; but my yellowish senses tell all will be okay- Somehow at some point your world will be glued into One. 

 

 

(...grateful for the coffee shops :)


'One truth is clear. Whatever is, is right.'  (Alexander Pope)

 

'I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.'  (Michael Jordan)

 

'Surrendering is the key and in that space of surrender what is revealed is God; the Gold.'

 

Briga Saulė, 2014

Briga Saulė, 2014

by Brigita Stasun