sâmbătă, 24 octombrie 2026

#Fiction Monday (272)
Ideas from fog... - Idei din ceata...

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'BREATH'.

'Respira. Elibereaza-te. Si aminteste-ti ca acest 
moment este singurul despre care stii sigur ca il ai.'

I had a few trips to make on a day that happened to be foggy. A thick fog, like in the 
mountains, except I was in the city. 
I’ve always enjoyed this kind of atmosphere, 
it’s as if I’m witnessing countless real-life special effects. 😊 Still, it feels strange to 
breathe something that seems to have a tangible consistency... 

There are certain things I was never taught in school. Naturally, curricula has its gaps, 
but I believe these particular topics were quite important: the breath and the speed reading. 
There are others, of course, but these seem like the priorities to me right now. I used to 
assume that, since we’ve been practicing breathing from the very first second of our life, the 
subject was clear enough. And that once we learned to read, that skill was a fixed, unchanging 
constant. To my surprise, I discovered that this was a major misjudgment.
In an earlier post, I mentioned a book by J. Boisson titled *The Occult Science of Breath*, 
which contained the following idea: "A single generation of people who breathe well would 
give rise to a race in which diseases would almost completely disappear."
I did not set out  to any specific method because everyone must find the own path, 
based on the own body and its limitations. I simply wanted to point out that we can achieve 
a much better state of well-being by breathing consciously and understanding the internal 
effects of this process. As for the speed reading, well, that’s a wish that hasn’t come true yet, 
but I believe it’s entirely possible! 

'Respira adanc si realizeaza prima data lucrul dificil .'

Am avut cateva drumuri de facut, exact intr-o zi in care a fost ceata.  O ceata deasa, ca la
munte, doar ca eram in oras. Mi-a placut dintotdeauna o astfel de atmosfera, parca vad
nenumarate efecte pe viu. 😊 Insa ma simt ciudat sa respir ceva ce parca are o anume
consistenta...

Sunt anumite lucruri care nu mi-au fost predate in scoala. Evident ca programele mai
au lacune, insa acestea cred ca erau foarte importante. Ma refer la respiratie si la citirea 
rapida. Mai sunt  si altele evident, insa acum acestea mi se par prioritare. Chiar daca, 
exersand respiratia din prima secunda de viata, credeam ca e suficient de clar subiectul.
Si ca odata ce am invatat sa citesc, acest fapt este ca o constanta nemodificabila. 
Am descoperit cu surprindere ca a fost o mare eroare de apreciere. Cu ocazia unei 
postari mai vechi, am mentionat o carte scrisa de J. Boisson - 'Stiinta oculta a respiratiei', 
ce continea urmatoarea idee: "o singura generatie de oameni respirand bine ar duce la o 
rasa la care bolile ar dispare aproape complet". Nu mi-am propus sa ma ancorez in vreo
metoda. Fiecare trebuie sa isi gaseasca calea, in functie de propriul trup si de limitele lui. 
Doar am reamintit cu aceasta ocazie, ca putem fi mult mai bine cu noi insine, respirand
constient si intelegand efectele interne ale acestui proces.
Cat priveste citirea rapida, este doar o dorinta inca nematerializata, insa cred in posibilitate!


'Respira, relaxeaza-te si imagineaza-ti 
asa cum doresti sa fii'.



# Fiction Monday (271) - A strange white stain

           [ #Fiction Monday (69) - It is about heat ]

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sâmbătă, 17 octombrie 2026

#Fiction Monday (271)
A strange white stain
O pata alba ciudata

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'STAIN'.


This week, coinciding with the game, something very strange happened—something you can 
see in the first image. There, in a small planter box containing sunflower sprouts, a tiny stain 
of white appeared: a little plant that seemed to lack chlorophyll. Why? I have no idea. 
And why now? That seems to be another story, a gift from the nature, arriving just as I was 
wondering what connections could be drawn regarding this word (and there are plenty). 
But more significant is the rediscovery of an idea I’d heard some time ago, though I only just 
looked into it now: chlorophyll and hemoglobin are similar, differing only in the atom at the
center of the molecule: magnesium in the former, and iron in the latter. 
A piece of information that is truly precious for our lives...
On another note, removing certain stains can sometimes be a real challenge. However, 
I always try to manage using whatever I have on hand at home, things like vinegar, baking 
soda, citric acid, or talcum powder. I’m always happy when I manage to successfully get 
rid of a splash! 😊 I didn’t manage to put together a proper "color stain" exercise for this 
game, so I’ve added an image that I’ve edited in the 'splash'  style instead!


'Nu lasa niciodată o pata din trecut 
sa-ti lase o urma asupra viitorului.'

In aceasta saptamana, sincron cu jocul, s-a intamplat ceva tare ciudat. Ceva ce 
vedeti in prima imagine. Acolo, intr-o mica jardiniera cu lastari de floarea soarelui,
a aparut o mica pata de alb. O plantuta ce parea fara clorofila. De ce asa?
Habar nu am. De ce acum? Asta pare a fi alta poveste, despre un cadou oferit de natura, 
exact cand ma intrebam ce conexiuni s-ar putea face legat de acest cuvant. 
Ca sunt destule. Insa mai importanta este redescoperirea unei idei, auzita cu ceva timp 
in urma, insa abia acum am cautat-o. Clorofila si hemoglobina sunt asemanatoare, cu 
exceptia atomului din mijlocul moleculei: magneziul respectiv fierul. 
O informatie pretioasa pentru viata noastra...
In alta ordine de idei, eliminarea unor pete devine uneori adevarata provocare. 
Insa imi dau silinta sa ma descurc cu ceea ce am prin casa, gen otet, bicarbonat, sare
de lamaie sau talc. Ma bucur de fiecare data cand ma despart cu bine de vreo stropeala.😊
Nu am reusit un exercitiu real de pete de culoare pentru acest joc, asa ca am adaugat
prima imagine modificata in acest stil!


'Toata viata am proiectat umbre, fara sa-mi 
pese cat de adanc imi pateaza sufletul.'


'Splash' style!


#Fiction Monday (270) - Between words and art


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Stained glass art:







miercuri, 14 octombrie 2026

duminică, 11 octombrie 2026

#Fiction Monday (270)
Between words and art
Printre cuvinte si arta

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'SPILL'.

'Nu are sens sa plangi peste laptele 
varsat. De ce sa deplangi ceea ce 
s-a intamplat si nu poate fi anulat'?

Every day, I see a copper-colored spot on the carpet. Fortunately, the carpet has an intricate 
pattern, so the spill which happened when I opened the stuck lid of a container, doesn't stand 
out too much. After a few moments of panic, I pulled myself together  and used a spatula to 
scoop up the paint that had cheerfully landed on the floor. I cleaned up as much of the excess 
as I could, yet permanent evidence of that moment of carelessness remains.
In my crafting area, I’ve had a few incidence with nearly finished greeting cards accidentally 
spilling paint on them. Yet, the experience of fixing them, once I resisted the urge to simply 
throw them away, proved fascinating. 
I learned not to react immediately,  so that I can then act within the bounds of my own 
reasoning. Ultimately, regardless of the situation, the key is to avoid acting rashly under 
the influence of anger, distress, or fear. 
Acting without thinking doesn't produce solutions; it only complicates our lives! 😊 

'Cuvintele de prisos pur si simplu se revarsa
atunci cand mintea este deja plina'

In fiecare zi vad o pata aramie pe covor. Noroc ca acesta are un desen complicat si nu sare 
prea mult in ochi o completare  ce s-a imprastiat cand am deschis capacul intepenit 
al unei cutii.  Dupa cateva momente de panica mi-am revenit si am inceput sa iau cu o spatula
culoarea ce poposise vesel pe jos. Am curatat cat am putut surplusul, insa a ramas definitiv
dovada momentului neatentiei. In zona de craft am avut cateva incidente pe felicitari aproape
gata, peste care am varsat accidental niste culori. Si experienta repararii lor a fost extrem 
de interesanta, dupa ce nu am dat cedat impulsului de a le arunca.
Asa ca mi-am invatat lectia de a nu reactiona imediat, pentru ca apoi sa pot actiona in 
limitele gandirii mele, functie de context.
Insa indiferent de subiect, important este sa nu cedam impulsului de a reactiona pe 
negandite, sub influenta stimulilor de manie, suparare sau frica. Negandirea nu genereaza 
solutii. Doar ne complica existenta!😊



'Putem sa imprastiem dragoste si pozitivitate
la fel de usor cum imprastiem ura si negativitate.'
Spill art:







vineri, 9 octombrie 2026

Duzina de cuvinte (18)- editie noua
O impleteala ciudata!

Cuvintele sunt preluate de la Carmen:
Duzina 1: bidiviu, pizmatar, sui, soltic, habotnica, palimarita, hrisoave, parleazul, cocleala, 
                 soroc, barfa, dainuind.
Duzina 2: mereu, stari, drumului, fel, lumina, intrucatva, nesmintit, sandramaua, sura, oloi,
                 ciubere, lele.




Cred ca artificialul a fost un pic soltic, de a generat astfel de cuvinte. Mereu ma intreb ce
fel de hrisoave o fi parcurs; sau poate o fi intrucatva cam pizmatar. Desi astfel de stari 
ma gandesc ca nu ar trebui sa-l perturbe. Ca daca din nesmintit ajunge sa treaca parleazul,
evident fara bidiviu, spre confuzii si abureala, cine stie ce polimarita  s-a insinuat in sistemul
sau. Si atunci sura sau sandramaua sau ce o fi pe acolo - de unde le azvarle pe toate - s-ar 
putea face praf si pulbere, ca poate o fi ajuns la soroc.
Nu stiu daca exista vreo barfa a vreunui pui de lele din care sa deduc finalul drumului, spre
intuneric sau spre vreo cocleala habotnica. Asa ca mi-ar placea sa ma sui spre inalt si sa ma
vad dainuind macar un picut mai mult pentru a descoperi care din variante va avea castig de 
cauza. Ca sigur altfel nu am cum sa descopar si nici nu cunosc vreo creatura care sa 
ghiceasca viitorul in vreun oloi sau in niste ciubere fermecate(!)
Doar ca simt ca cineva imi sopteste sa nu mai incerc vreo deductie. Si sa ma bucur de lumina...




Duzina de cuvinte (17) - editie noua - 12 cuvinte si doua povesti


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miercuri, 7 octombrie 2026