If you're not exploring life, if you're aren't looking for yourself, if you're not finding many different things you love, what are you doing?
If you're not exploring life, if you're aren't looking for yourself, if you're not finding many different things you love, what are you doing?
'The sunrise in these latitudes was a phenomenon that overwhelmed me anew every day. The drama of it lay less in the splendour of the sun's shooting up over the horizon that in what happened afterwards. I formed a habit of taking my camp stool and sitting under an umbrella acacia just before dawn. Before me, at the bottom of a little valley, lay a dark, almost black-green strip of jungle, with the rim of the plateau on the opposite side of the valley towering above it. At first, the contrast between light and darkness would be extremely sharp. Then objects would assume contour and emerge into the light which seem to fill the valley with a compact brightness. The horizon above became radiantly white. Gradually the swelling light seemed to penetrate into the very structure of objects, which became illuminated from within until at last they shone translucently, like bits of coloured glass. Everything turned to flaming crystal. The cry of the bell bird rang around the horizon. At such moments I felt as if I were inside a temple. It was the most sacred hour of the day. I drank in this glory with insatiable delight, or rather, in a timeless ecstasy.
Near my observation point was a high cliff inhabited by big baboons. Every morning they sat quietly, almost motionless, on the ridge of the cliff facing the sun, whereas throughout the rest of the day they ranged noisily through the forest, screeching and chattering. Like me, they seem to be waiting for the sunrise. They reminded me of the great baboons of the temple of Abu Simbel in Egypt, which perform the gesture of adoration. They tell me the same story: for untold ages men have worshipped the great god who redeems the world by rising out of the darkness as a radiant light in the heavens. At that time I understood that within the soul from its primordial beginnings there has been a desire for light and an irrepressible urge to rise out of the primal darkness. When the great night comes, everything takes on a note of deep dejection, and every soul is seized by an inexpressible longing for light. That is the pent-up feeling that can be detected in the eye of the primitives, and also in the eyes of animals. There is a sadness in animals' eyes, and we never know whether that sadness is bound up with the soul of the animal or is a poignant message which speaks to us out of that still unconscious existence. That sadness also reflects the mood of Africa, the experience of its solitudes. It is a maternal mystery, this primordial darkness. That is why the sun's birth in the morning strikes the natives as so overwhelmingly meaningful. The moment in which light comes is God. That moment brings redemption, release. To say that the sun is God is to blur and forget the archetypal experience of that moment. ''We are glad that the night when the spirits are abroad is over now,'' the natives will say - but that is already a rationalisation. In reality a darkness altogether different from natural night broods over the land. It is the psychic primal night which is the same to-day as it has been for countless millions of years. The longing for light is the longing for consciousness.'
... this gorgeous extract is from the book of memoirs of Carl G. Jung (Travels: Africa.)
Postcard from faraway place
I read recently one author said that the ultimate point of a poem is not beauty itself, but the contemplation of beauty, because that is what gives us the most intense pleasure. He then reasoned that if beauty in its supreme development invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears, 'melancholy is thus the most legitimate of all poetic tones.'
FADO is a supreme beauty. Emotional intelligence soaked in melancholy and just a tiny bit sprinkled with sadness. Impressively expressive. LIVE. A candy!
Lisbon is sunny and warm. On the wall of St. George's Castle I dry old tears in my bones...
Reality worth defining
On the bus to the airport I watch seasons change. The sun warms my face. The child with blonde hair and deep blue eyes stares at me smiling, all the way. Somewhere in county Kildare men race horses. I chew best quality dark chocolate. Fusion jazz in my headphones enhances these moments.
Perhaps this kind of being is a sign, a symbol by itself, which indicates that life is good, and that a path is also a place.
if you keep
in this world
-Tyler Kent White
A good looking middle aged man comes to my counter. 'Good afternoon' he says; a fancy manner. He has nice teeth, he is dressed in extravagant tweeds, and has no wedding ring. He hands me a Social Welfare check to cash.
'May I have a look at your ID, please, Sir' I ask the man.
'You don't know who I am?' he smiles wide, his eyes shine.
'I afraid I don't' I say politely, yet indicating I won't be able to proceed with the matter.
The man is not impressed. He finds expensive looking wallet in his tweeds, takes out the driving license, hands it to me and winks.
His identity says nothing to me. I open the drawer with money.
'You don't watch TV?' the man ask. 'You obviously don't know who I am' he repeats, and his smile slightly fades. I see he is disappointed.
'I'm sorry. I do not watch TV. But I'm very curious to know who you are. You must be famous, Sir' I decide to flatter him a little bit, if that is all he wants. C'mon, boy, tell me!
'Yes, I am' he says proudly, famous alright like.
I crack a curious smile, as this situation becomes really funny.
'So what are you famous for?' I ask.
The man leans closer to the gap in the glass that between us, and starts to sing. Some song I'm not familiar with.
He continues. I sharpen my ear, but no.
He starts another song, he looks me in the eyes. I start to giggle, as the text is not great.
The man gets I'm hopeless, and so he tells me. He is a manager of the world famous boy's band!
'I've seen you walking the city earlier in a day. You stand up from the crowd' he compliments me and asks where I live, and what do I like about Cork.
'The next time we'll meet, you may take me to your house for tea' he flirts with top-class confidence, making me laugh way too loud.
Now I lean towards the gap in the glass.
'The next time you'll see me in town, you may ask me for tea.'
I give him the cash and he leaves.
The colleague besides, shows me in signs language that she knows who the man was. She shows me how she used to love that boy's band he's managing.
So was the man unlucky served by me, or what?
I took a break to laugh it all out. When something really funny happens, I milk it. There is nothing as laughter to heal us.
This summer I read a book, 'Reflections of Cork', where many people (which contributed or still contributing to the city, in some way) shared their observations about what is like to live in Cork. Many interesting perceptions, truly enjoyable read.
A funny story was told by Eoghan Harris (writer and a journalist) 'about when Kevin Costner came over to Cork to work on a script of Michael Collins, and he was paranoid about being annoyed on the streets. Eoghan said he could walk the streets of Cork and nobody would annoy him. After an hour of this, Costner began to get worried because nobody took a blind bid of notice of him. 'Do they know who I am?' 'Yes, they do.' 'Are you sure?' So Eoghan stopped the first two - you could call them hardchaws - that were walking along the street in very dirty trainers and tracksuits.
'Do you know who this is?' 'Of course we do... Hello, Kevin.' And he was delighted. 'C'mere, Kevin, can I have your autograph?' 'Of course.' 'Have you a bit of paper? Have you a biro?' So, Costner wrote down his autograph, on his own paper, with his own pen and yer man said, 'Thanks very much, Kev, loved your ''Dances With Wolves'', walked away and threw the bit of paper over his shoulder.'
I had a sweet laugh that time too; I know you'd get such a reaction in Cork. And in Ireland, in general. After all, as Tommy Tiernan said, 'you can be famous in Ireland for a bad haircut only.'
There is no failure; there is only a feeling of failure.
'When you set your tuner to a station, you're going to hear what's playing. Whatever you are focused upon is the way you set your tuner, and when you focus there for as little as 17 seconds, you activate that vibration within you. Once you activate a vibration within you, Law of Attraction begins responding to that vibration, and you're off and running - whether it's something wanted or unwanted.' - Abraham-Hicks
I came across 17 seconds technique when I was searching for an advice on how to control the thoughts and that inner voice that we all have. I want to share it with you, as I find it very helpful when need to shift from the negative thinking.
If you can hold a thought, just a simple thought, for 17 seconds, without contradicting it, another thought of the same vibration will come to it. After 17 seconds, first combustion point, these two thoughts will join one another; become bigger, more evolved, faster vibrating thought.
If you can stay focused on the subject you chose for another 17 seconds, the moment that you cross the 34 second mark these two more evolved thoughts do the same thing, they coalesce and there is another combustion point - these two thoughts become one powerful thought.
If you can maintain your attention to that more evolved thought, at the 51 second is another coalescing, another joining of thought and another combustion point.
If you can hold that even more evolved thought for another 17 seconds, the same thing happens, and when you cross the 68 second mark, you have a combustion big enough to affect physical manifestation.
When you align your energies with the energies that create worlds, when you are no longer contradicting at your core, amazing things happens. This is how we manifest what we think about. In the same way, when we hold on to a negative thought for 17 seconds it attracts more negativity into our life. Remind yourself that holding onto negativity is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone. Who gets burn first?
Decide to shift your focus on all the good things in your life instead of some unpleasant incident and you may notice that you have a much better day.
'I am creator, you said.'
A friend of mine, who made a significant change in her consciousness (and so in her lifestyle) suggested I write down manifestations - things that I would like to experience in the near future. She said it works miracles. She said, everything she manifested a year ago, she is living right now. Everything! Wow.
So let it be my Christmas day creative exercise.
I wish to find real joy and peace of mind, again. I wish to get this feeling that all that matter is I, and my life's purpose. And there is neither time, nor a need, to judge or educate another in any way. No desire to be right, just to be kind. I wish to be kind to people from all walks of life. I wish my heart be open to everyone in urgent need. I wish for true human connection. I wish to meet more of like-minded people to establish friendships that accelerate the growth. I wish to be granted this opportunity as part of my learnings.
I wish to be loved again. Missed and desired. Adored and admired. Awaited. Always remembered. I wish people to like me. I wish I inspire them and soothe their soul in some way. I wish they look for a consistent true human connection in me themselves. I wish they trust me. I wish I never let them down. I wish I never hurt them. I wish no acknowledgement (which I am getting along the way) ever overshadow the understanding, acceptance and empathy that I already achieved. I wish they grow each day. I wish they grow with my days, so to say. I wish I would never feel old. Or lonely. Or cold.
I wish my patience grow strong. I wish to be at ease with the world. I wish my shame would melt. And that 'being of not good enough' belief evaporates for good. I wish I never be too hard on myself. I wish I learn to love my imperfections just like I love myself with wings. I wish I never lack the feeling I am protected. By the Universe, spirits, teachers, family and friends. By one and only man (which I am soon to meet), two dogs, a cat... and maybe precious someone else. I wish I never lack anything I need. I wish I get most things I want. I wish I never stop dreaming meaningful dreams. I wish my desires come true. I wish I always be grateful - for the biggest thing and for the barely visible one. I wish I never betray myself. Never torture, nor abuse myself in any way. I wish I respect my own choices. I wish I be proud of every single of them.
I wish I trust my own powers. And my ability to create. I wish to lay my hands on synchronicity, where good things happen one after another, on and on... I wish I be mindful of positive thinking. I wish to stop worry about non significant things. I wish to let them go faster. I wish to never look back at the past (only for the purpose of healing). I wish for a beautiful flexible mind. I wish to open my third eye. I wish the addictions to never bother me again. I wish great health. I wish heightened senses. I wish amazing sex.
And then you describe in details the changes you wish to see in your health, your career, your relationships, your lifestyle...
I always take a look at bare house windows when passing by. And Christmas season is a delight for the sight. I walk a lot on winter evenings to see how everyone perceives a festive spirit, how do they decorate their space.
I don't have a box of Christmas decorations that I open each year. I craft new ones every time. Simple ones, like pine springs and fir cones. I scatter little stars I make from ivy across my humble eating space. I would arrange some branches and foliage in a metal or glass container and it would serve me as a tree. I make a few paper decorations and I place across the branches my pearl beads. Soft fairy lights is a must for me. And candles, for when darkness falls. A very minimalistic became my Christmas. Sometimes I think I miss my linen napkins, silver tableware and vintage purple glasses (that patiently await their moment in my friend's attic), but thankfully, by now I know Christmas is not about any of it. Just like it's not about Jesus. I gave Christmas a deeper meaning that is in alignment with me. I am mindful of gratitude, joy, patience and giving. Giving kindness to others and giving care to Self. I mean it. I try to slow down, rather than speeding up. I have time for cup'o'tea with everyone. People newly met, and the dearest ones, to reflect on journey that we had together as individuals during this year. And it's lovely so lovely to see us growing into mental maturity, to feel us committing to change. Ah.
Let's look into someone's bare windows before I get too sentimental, shall we?
Pia Jane Bijkerk is an internationally acclaimed stylist, photographer and author. Her Christmas is minimalistic, simple and tranquil. Most deliciously, it tells a story from the nature, I like the most.
One more idea I take from Pia. Next year, I'll introduce myself to handmade gifts. I am not going to visit any department store or the mall looking for them. I'll buy them all from local artisans.
And this is how I create my own Christmas reality. One more step away from assumed religious conformity, excessive-consumption, drama and stress.
Have a good one!