Spring 2014

22.

I carried two precious stones- Sodalite and Citrine- in my pocket for the last four days- to stimulate my creativity and overcome that sadness, which started to drive me astray... They smartly offered their creative support, forcing me to say laud the classical line- 

I HATE MY JOB.

 

In life, doing what you do not like always has consequences, which manifests in stages- it starts from 'I don't mind', follows by 'I don't like' and reaches 'I hate it'- which is a dead end. You either acknowledge it, accept it and turn for a different road, or you become living dead. 'Dead' comes in stages as well:

Dead never will bloom again- creative force is killed.

Dead never will move from a place and slowly will start to stink.

Dead lies in an expensive white frilled box, rocking solemn lullabies into damned dreams.

Dead watches around by snuffling the Earth, rough in delight- eventually it starts envy others joys of the life.

But it never gets up anywhere from a comfort of expensive frilled whites. 

It starts to get angry, depressed, frustrated and sinks into physical illness, created during dead time...

And then it's too late- it is old, sick and wayyy more afraid,

And whiteness expensive once, has adopted hint grey...

And that is it- the end of a show- cobwebs too tight- coffin closes down- you good to go...

 

Scenario painfully known...

 

Am I walking away to that scary unknown with trusting a chance, or staying to stink in the spring's green halo?...

Briga Saulė, 2014

Briga Saulė, 2014

Enough dragging around, sugar,  l e t   i t   g o ...

 

Ah. I tell you what- it is a little easier from a thought that you are launching the transformation yourself, but it is still very very very heavy to walk through the passage... With all my essence I pray for a beauty and a sense of humour today- to colour me a happy in the moments of significant no/or/fun...

With mantra 'I hate my job' and a rash on my chest I stay for today...

by Brigita Stasun