#Fiction Monday (236) - 'Intense' as a trigger 'Intens' ca factor declansator

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'INTENSE'. 

'Putem sa ne antrenam mintile selectand 
informatiile care ne fac calmi, inlaturand
dubiile si concentrandu-ne mai intens
asupra telurilor'.

How many facets can be connected with this word: colors, emotions, memories, pains, experiences, exercises, sounds, images, desires, joys and I think we could go on... 

Sometimes, like a flash, I see myself as a child, in front of a toy box. I lifted it upside down, 
the lid being at the bottom. I struggled a bit, as I was only slightly taller than the box. 
The lid fell off, but what was inside - a doll - remained captive, being caught quite well. 
For a while, I think an intense emotion of an unfulfilled desire and an event 
incomprehensible to a child, were triggered. My mother quickly turned it back to its 
natural position and I saw the doll that I still have now. 
It was a moment that somehow remained embedded in me and sometimes comes to the 
surface, without really understand what is the trigger factor in the present. 

There are people who, through what they say or write, trigger such intense emotions 
that they are able to make us experience those 'aha' moments - clicks, that can change 
our life for the better. That is if we choose to make a change, needing it. 
This process is very interesting. Sometimes we attract the solution by having a problem, 
other times we discover a solution to a problem that we don't know yet, but it's coming. 
I think I have to trust this 'discovery', because it happened and coincidences 
don't really exist...😊

'Baza yoga este aceasta: a fi absolut 
intens si relaxat in acelasi timp'.

Cat de multe  sunt fatetele ce se pot conecta cu acest cuvant: 
culori, emotii, amintiri, dureri, experiente, exercitii, sunete, imagini, dorinte, 
bucurii si cred ca am putea continua ...

Uneori asa, ca un flash, ma vad copil, in fata unei cutii de jucarii. Am ridicat-o
invers, capacul fiind in partea de jos. M-am chinuit ceva, ca eu eram doar 
putin mai mare decat cutia. Capacul a cazut, dar ceea ce era inauntru - 
o papusa - a ramas captiva, fiind prinsa destul de bine. Pentru cateva zeci
de secunde, cred ca s-a declansat o emotie intensa a unei dorinte neimplinite.
si a unui eveniment de neinteles pentru un copil.
Mama a intors-o repede in pozitia fireasca si am vazut  papusa pe care o mai am 
si acuma. A fost un moment ce a ramas cumva incrustat in mine si uneori iese 
la suprafata, fara a intelege cu adevarat factorul declansator din prezent.

Sunt oameni care prin ceea ce spun sau scriu, declanseaza emotii atat de 
intense, incat sunt in stare sa te faca sa traiesti acele 'aha'uri - declic, care 
iti pot schimba viata in bine. Asta daca alegi sa faci o schimbarea, avand 
nevoie de ea. 
Acest proces este foarte interesant. Uneori atragi solutia avand o problema,
alteori descoperi o solutie  pentru o problema pe care inca nu o cunosti, dar 
urmeaza. Cred ca trebuie sa am incredere in aceasta 'descoperire', pentru 
ca s-a intamplat, iar coincidentele nu prea exista...😊

Intense green from wheatgrass
Verde intens de la iarba de grau.

#Fiction Monday (235) - An open story


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#Fiction Monday (215) - The draining of thoughts - Drenarea gandurilor

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'DRAIN'.

'Oamenii te inspira sau te epuizeaza.
Alege-i intelept'.

The pipes have always been somewhat of a mystery to me. Troubleshooting them can
be tricky, because I don't have the right tools or the dexterity to fix them. I remember
an episode where the main cold water pipe broke and our apartment flooded incredibly
quickly, until the water was turned off and the drain stopped.
Even though it may not seem relevant for the word of the week, I was thinking that fixing
some pipes is still easier than understanding the mechanisms by which we drain our own
energy and then feel an unpleasant fatigue, that somewhat hinders our activities.
And it is even more complicated to learn how to remedy this situation in the short term,
but also to find ways to understand what should be done in the long term to manage to create
a balance between our energies and those of the nature to which we are a part of.
Usually, I use the word fabulous about this kind of topic.
But actually, the first thought I think should be 'vital', from my perspective. And to succeed
in this endeavor, draining the unnecessary thoughts to make room for inspirations,
I believe it can be a solution, provided we practice it systematically.

'Ceea ce iti goleste spiritul, iti epuizeaza si corpul.
Ceea ce iti alimenteaza spiritul, iti alimenteaza si corpul'.

Conductele pentru mine au fost mereu inconjurate cumva de mister. A le rezolva
defectiunile poate fi complicat, pentru ca nu am nici uneltele potrivite si nici
dexteritatea de a le remedia. Mi-a ramas in memorie un episod in care s-a
fracturat conducta principala de apa rece si apartamentul nostru a fost inundat
cu o rapiditate incredibila, pana cand apa a fost oprita si scurgerea a incetat.
Chiar daca poate nu pare relevant pentru cuvantul saptamanii, ma gandeam ca
a repara niste conducte este totusi mai simplu decat de a intelege mecanismele
prin care ne epuizam propria energie si apoi simtim o oboseala neplacuta ce 
ne cam impiedica activitatile. Si este si mai complicat sa invatam cum sa remediem
aceasta situatie pe termen scurt, dar si sa gasim caile de a intelege ce ar trebui
facut pe termen lung pentru a reusi sa cream echilibrul intre energiile noastre
si cele ale naturii din care facem parte. De obicei, despre acest gen de subiect
folosesc cuvantul fabulos. Insa de fapt primul gand cred ca este 'vital',
din perspectiva mea. Si pentru a reusi in acest demers, a ne goli de gandurile
inutile pentru a face loc inspiratiilor, cred ca poate fi o solutie, cu conditia
sa o exersam sistematic.

'Sase obiceiuri ce iti epuizeaza energia:
1.sa stai mereu pe retele de socializare;
2. prea multe ganduri;
3.lucrezi pana tarziu;
4. a ramane in preajma negativitatii;
5. traiesti in trecut;
6. alimentatie nesanatoasa.'

#Fiction Monday (214) - The importance of the truth

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#Fiction Monday (206) - A memory and some brain exercises - O amintire si exercitii pentru creier

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'CRASH'.

The word chosen for this week, brought to my mind a short film I saw almost 24 years ago,
about controlled crashes of the buildings. That's when I learned that there are specialized
companies that can be hired to carry out such a procedure. The documentary referred to
the demolition of an abandoned, multi-floors building, that would have been used as a car
park. The problem was that it was very close to a residential area and several precautionary measures had to be taken, so that the area would not be affected. The operation was carried
out after several weeks of analyzing the resistance of the structure, in order to decide where
the explosives would be placed and the order in which these points would be activated, so
that the area within which the building would crash would be as small as possible.
Even if I didn't find what I had seen back then, I still found something that explains the
main ideas quite well. If you don't like such topics, I also found some exercises for
synchronizing the hemispheres of our brain. 😊

Transformation of a broken glass

Cuvantul ales pentru aceasta saptamana mi-a adus in memorie un filmulet vazut
acum aproape 24 de ani, despre caderi controlate a unor cladiri.  Atunci am aflat
ca existe firme specializate, care pot fi angajate pentru a realiza o astfel de procedura.
Documentarul se referea la demolarea unei constructii abandonate, cu mai multe etaje,
ce ar fi avut ca destinatie parcarea masinilor.
Problema era ca ea se afla foarte aproape de o zona rezidentiala si trebuiau luate mai
multe masuri de precautie pentru ca acestea sa nu fie afectate.
Operatiunea s-a executat dupa mai multe saptamani de analiza a structurii de rezistenta,
pentru a se putea decide punctele in care va fi plasat explozibilul si ordinea in care
vor fi activate aceste puncte, astfel incat suprafata in interiorul careia cladirea urma sa se
prabuseasca, sa fie cat mai mica.
Chiar daca nu am regasit ceea ce vazusem atunci, am gasit totusi ceva ce expliciteaza
destul de bine ideile principale. Daca totusi nu va plac astfel de subiecte, am gasit si
niste exercitii pentru sincronizarea emisferelor creierului nostru. 😊

Free documentary
 

#Fiction (205) - The human nature

#Fiction Monday (191) - A memory and a conclusion O amintire si o concluzie

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'LUCK'.

'Norocul este sa crezi
ca esti norocos'.

This word resonated with a memory from faculty, related to the math exam.
Although I didn't understand what I did wrong in the thesis, the teacher told me that
I passed the exam only because he knew that I had studied, that he had listened to me
at every seminar, for a whole year! The day I had my first lesson, I was wearing a neon
green skirt, which I think visually annoyed him a bit. I was able to bet that this was
the reason why he took me to the board then. The problem was that throughout the year,
he took me to the blackboard every time. And this generated my luck in the exam.
So things sometimes turn out extremely strange when we talk about luck.

Sometimes I have the feeling that the luck is like a special state of mind. Even if sometimes
they seem to be just lucky events, they happen on a certain chain of events, possibly forgotten.
I see luck more as an answer to what concerns me, an 'apparently' surprising revelation
and with the meaning of clarifying some confusions.
And when certain events actually happen according to some wishes or plans, I don't
think about luck, but only that my intention towards them was strong enough, no matter
how bizarre it sounds this thought...😊

Perhaps there is more to say, but it is quite clear to me that luck is a kind of alchemy
of good thoughts and positive emotions, which have the role of fertilizing our inner
garden. By persevering, we will see the results...

'Tu iti faci propriul noroc'.

Acest cuvant a rezonat cu o amintire din facultate, legata de examenul la
matematica. Desi nu intelegeam ce am gresit in teza, profesorul mi-a spus
ca am trecut examenul doar pentru ca stia ca invatasem, ca ma ascultase la
fiecare seminar, un an intreg! In ziua in care avusesem prima ora, purtam
o fusta verde neon, ce cred ca l-a cam enervat vizual. Eram in stare sa
pariez ca asta a fost motivul pentru care m-a scos la tabla atunci.
Problema a fost ca pe tot parcursul anului ma scotea la tabla de fiecare data.
Si asta a generat norocul meu la examen.
Asa ca lucrurile se deruleaza uneori extrem de ciudat cand vorbim de noroc.

Uneori am senzatia ca norocul este ca o stare de spirit speciala. Chiar daca
par uneori sa fie doar intamplari norocoase, ele se petrec pe un anumit lant
de evenimente, posibil uitate...
Vad norocul mai mult ca un raspuns la ceea ce ma preocupa, o devoalare
'aparent' surprinzatoare si cu sens de clarificare a unor nedumeriri.
Iar cand anumite evenimente chiar se petrec conform unor dorinte sau planificari,
nu ma gandesc la noroc, ci doar ca intentia mea spre ele a fost suficient de puternica,
oricat de bizar ar suna acest lucru...😊

Poate ca mai sunt multe de spus, insa mi-e destul de limpede ca  norocul este
un fel de alchimizare a  gandurilor  bune si a emotiilor pozitive, care au rolul de a
fertiliza gradina noastra interioara. Perseverand, vom vedea si rezultatele...

'Nu renunta niciodata si
norocul te va gasi'.

#Fiction Monday (190) - Thoughts about stages


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#Fiction Monday (173) - A closed loop - O bucla inchisa

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'DESTINATION'.

I am looking at these paintings I created many years ago and I can't really remember what
generated them. When I used them on the blog, under the second image I wrote:
'temporary destination'. 😊
When I'm not talking about the course of a day or a holiday destination, I sometimes
ask myself, what is the purpose of my own life's journey? I have expressed this
question before. Was what I'm doing now meant to be? I don't have a clear answer.
Even if what I do I like. But it doesn't seem enough to me. It's as if something is missing...
Or maybe the joy of travel, with all the intermediate - temporary destinations,
is the answer... It seems a plausible answer, so I close this loop, without reservations.
It stayed open for too long!

Ma uit la aceste tablouri create de mine cu foarte multi ani urma si nu reusesc
sa imi aduc aminte cu adevarat ce le-a generat.  Cand le-am pus pe blog, sub a doua 
imagine scrisesem: 'destinatie temporara'.  😊
Atunci cand nu vorbesc de parcursul unei zile sau o destinatie de concediu, ma intreb
uneori, ce tinta are propria calatorie a vietii? Am mai rostit aceasta nedumerire. Ceea ce 
fac acum era menit sa fie? Nu am un raspuns limpede. Chiar daca totusi sunt lucruri pe
care le fac si imi plac. Insa nu mi se pare suficient. Parca lipseste ceva...
Sau poate ca bucuria calatoriei,  cu toate destinatiile intermediar - temporare,  este
chiar raspunsul... Mi se pare un raspuns plauzibil, asa ca inchid aceasta bucla, fara
retineri. A ramas prea mult timp deschisa!


#Fiction Monday (172) - A new chapter

#Fiction Monday (163) - The first Christmas tree Primul brad de Craciun

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'EXPLODE'.

'Ce se intampla cu un vis amanat? Se usuca ca o
stafida in soare? Sau explodeaza?'

The parents decorated a beautiful tree. The ornaments twinkled with the garlands of
lights. They had decorated it with great care and love. It wasn't just the Christmas tree.
It was the first Christmas tree their little girl would have seen in her life. There will be other similar moments, but this was the first one. When they decided that everything was ready,
they brought their child who was already holding on her little legs, in front of the open door.
And little by little they opened it. In the first few seconds of this new visual experience
with a decorated tree, a whole bunch of emotions exploded. Her gaze quickly moved from the
tree to parents, trying to make sense of something. She hopped toward the tree, turned
her head, raised her hands, laughing with her eyes, with her mouth, as if her whole body
was participating at this explosive joy.
And how nice it would be to find a way to recall the beauty of this kind of experience,
when it's hardest and saddest!

'Cand scrii - explodeaza - zboara in afara
- dezintegreaza-te! Apoi acorda-ti timp
suficient pentru a gandi, a taia, a retusa, a rescrie!

Parintii impodobisera un brad  minunat. Ornamentele sclipeau impreuna cu
ghirlandele de luminite. Il ornasera cu multa grija si dragoste. Nu era vorba doar
bradul de Craciun. Era primul brad de Craciun pe care fetita lor urma sa-l vada in
viata ei. Vor fi si alte momente asemanatoare, dar acesta era primul.
Cand au hotarat ca totul era pregatit, si-au adus copila care deja se tinea pe
picioruse, in fata usii intredeschise. Si putin cate putin au deschis-o.
In primele secunde ale acestei noi experiente vizuale cu un brad impodobit, au
explodat fulgerator o gramada de emotii. Privirea i se muta rapid de la brad la
parinti, incercand sa priceapa ceva. A topait pana la copac, a  intors capul, a
ridicat mainile razand cu ochii, cu gura, parca tot trupul participa la bucuria
asta exploziva.
Si ce bine ar fi sa gasim calea de a rechema frumusetea unei astfel de experiente,
atunci cand ne e mai greu si mai trist!

#Fiction Monday (162) - Thoughts about meanders

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#Fiction Monday (111) Just a memory - Doar o amintire

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'INK'.

Ink painting ideas

I always learn from these games. Until now I thought of ink as a new technique that
I want to try. The subject is on my agenda!😊
Only now I rediscovered something I had forgotten. The meaning of 'letter' and 'to write'.
And no matter how much I practice my memory, nothing it compares to note down a few
main points about a topic. And I admit that I liked this way of working starting with  the
fifth grade. During the summer, on a notebook used for theses, I wrote down the important formulas and definitions learned until then, beautiful outlined and colorful. It happened
that the teacher saw this unasked notebook by no one. He carefully went through everything
I wrote, he checked the notions and without any hesitation he gave me the highest mark.
Simply. For me, this meant the validation of a method that I kept for the future.
Nothing new and yet something new for a child!

Mereu  invat din aceste jocuri. Pana acum ma gandeam la cerneala ca la
o noua tehnica pe care mi-o doresc a o incerca. E pe agenda subiectul!😊
Doar ca acum am redescoperit  ceva ce uitasem. Sensul de slova, de a scri.
Si oricat mi-as exersa memoria, nimic nu se compara cu a nota cateva idei
principale despre un subiect. Si recunosc ca acest mod de lucru mi-a intrat
in creier in clasa a cincea. In perioada de vara, pe un caiet din acela de teze,
mi-am notat formulele si definitiile importante invatate pana atunci. Subliniate
frumos si colorate. S-a intamplat ca profesorul a vazut acest caietel necerut
de nimeni. A parcurs atent tot ceea ce am scris, a verificat notiunile
si fara nicio ezitare mi-a dat nota maxima. Pur si simplu.
Pentru mine asta a insemnat validarea unei metode pastrate si pe mai departe.
Nimic nou si totusi ceva nou pentru un copil!

                            "Cea mai palida cerneala este mai buna decat
                     cea mai buna memorie. Studiaza cu stiloul in mana" - (Adrian Rogers)

 

 
#Fiction Monday(110) - Many questions

 

 

#Fiction Monday (106) Our Mentor... Mentorul nostru...

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'MENTOR'.

Source

What a special word! It has a kind of magic and remarkable vibrations. Maybe
because it's hard to discover our mentor, or maybe it is difficult to discover our
goal for which we need a mentor. I think both forms can be valid...

Even if  it could be interpreted out of the context, I'd still tell you about a memory:
When the market was not yet flooded with computers and I knew almost nothing about
them, I have enrolled in a thematic course. Then, I understood how important it is that
someone to guide you, so that you can form an overall picture, as if you are on the top
of a mountain, and only then to show you the details from the ground level.
I could have read an year about computers and programs, but I certainly wouldn't have
seen the forest because of the trees...
Certainly the details are important, but we understand them much easier after we
have 'grasped' the overall picture. Without it, the connections can be incomplete or
even incorrect.

That's how I see the role of a mentor in our lives. However, if I take into account other
than an initiation into Reiki, Yoga, Qigong or similar practices, where we also need some documentation and start practicing them on our own I don't know if they would bring us
the benefits that the books tell us about, so a mentor would be the best able to show us
the images from above, I think one more question can be asked:

In order to live our lives beautifully, healthy, fulfilled, do we need a mentor?
This life of ours, with so many ups and downs and hidden crevasses...?
And what would it be like to KNOW that we were created with our Mentor in our
matrix, who can answer to all our questions? I think so that our heart is the
one that can answer  to any questions, through the intuitions and inspirations
offered us in the moments of our impasses... Let's just believe in the possibility!

Source

Ce cuvant deosebit! Are un fel de magie si vibratii speciale. Poate pentru ca e greu
sa ne descoperim mentorul, sau poate ca e greu sa ne descoperim  tinta pentru
care ne trebuie un mentor. Cred ca ambele formulari pot fi valabile...

Chiar daca se poate interpreta rupt de context, va voi spune totusi despre o amintire:
Cand inca piata nu era inundata de calculatoare si stiam spre deloc despre ele, m-am
inscris la un curs tematic. Atunci am inteles cat de important este ca cineva sa te
indrume astfel incat sa-ti formezi o imagine de ansamblu, asa, ca de pe un munte,
si abia apoi sa-ti arate detaliile de la nivelul solului.
As fi putut citi un an despre calculatoare si programe, dar cu siguranta nu as fi
vazut padurea din cauza copacilor... Cu certitudine detaliile sunt importante, insa le
intelegem mult mai usor dupa ce ne-am 'prins' de imaginea de ansamblu.
Fara ea, conexiunile pot fi incomplete sau chiar incorecte.

Cam asa vad si rolul unui mentor in viata noastra. Totusi, daca iau in calcul
altceva decat o initiere in Reiki, Yoga, Qigong sau altele asemanatoare, unde
iti trebuie si o oarecare documentare si a incepe sa le practici pe cont propriu
nu stiu daca ar aduce beneficiile despre care ne spun cartile si atunci un
mentor ar fi cel mai in masura sa ne arate imaginile de la inaltime,
cred ca se mai poate pune o intrebare:

Pentru a ne trai viata frumos, sanatos, implinit, ne trebuie oare vreun mentor?
Viata asta a noastra, cu atatea suisuri si coborasuri si crevase ascunse...?
Si cum ar fi sa STIM ca am fost creati astfel incat in matricea noastra avem
propriul Mentor, care ne poate raspunde la toate intrebarile?
Eu asa cred, ca inima noastra este cea care ne poate raspunde la orice
intrebare, prin intuitiile si inspiratiile pe care ni le ofera, in momentele
noastre de impas... Doar sa credem in posibilitate!

"Urmeaza-ti mereu inima"(Source)

#Fiction Monday (105) - A special pause

 

 

 

#Fiction Monday (77) An interesting book - O carte interesanta

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'BLINK'.

I have a memory about 'blink'.  A book  written by Malcolm Gladwell .
'Blink: The power of thinking without thinking'.  Or, in the Romanian
translation: 'Good decisions in two seconds'.
From time to time I spoke about instinct or the first thought prior
to the decisions we take.  My personal statistics revealed that the
heart intuition generated shorter and better ways to arrive to a
wish destination.  Try to make your own statistics and see what
you will discover.
Even I did not have  the book anymore, when I created this post,
I found a link to it if you want to explore the ideas. And a summary.
We have to learn to trust much more ourselves  and to analyze
the route causes if we don't. Maybe we shall be surprised what
we'll discover...

An animated book review:

Mi-am adus aminte de ceva legat de cuvantul 'blink'. Cartea lui
Malcolm Gladwell. 'Blink: Decizii bune in 2 secunde'.
Din cand in cand am vorbit despre intuitie si primul gand anterior
unei decizii pe care o luam. Statistica personala mi-a aratat ca
intuitia inimii a generat cai mai scurte si mai bune pentru a ajunge
la destinatia dorita. Incercati sa va faceti propriile statistici si veti
vedea ce descoperiti.
In prezent nu mai am cartea. Veti gasi linkul ei si un rezumat in
prima parte a postarii, in limba engleza.
Cred ca trebuie sa invatam sa avem mai multa incredere in noi
si daca nu o facem, sa intelegem de ce.
S-ar putea sa fim surprinsi de ceea ce descoperim.

#Fiction Monday (76) - The flavor of regrets

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Inima noastra,
solutia perfecta
vindecatoare
(Our heart - the perfect healing solution)

#Fiction Monday (70) A memory from the seaside O amintire de pe litoral

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'SMASH'.

I remember that being a kid  I went in a holiday at the seaside. 
And a man looked for some stones on the beach and on the dike.
From time to time, when he picked up bigger ones, he smashed them
in a concentrated effort, on the hard surfaces of the dike.
After that, he chose some of the pieces and left with them.
I was curious to see the area of smashed stones.😊
It was full of small shiny bits... 

... I wish to have the power of smashing the false reality around us
and arrive to the light from behind, because I know it is there!

Imi amintesc cand copil fiind, am fost intr-o vacanta la mare.
Si un barbat cauta anumite pietre pe plaja si pe dig.
Din cand in cand, cand ridica unele mai mari, le sfarama intr-un efort
concentrat, pe suprafetele dure ale digului.
Dupa aceea, a ales cateva bucati si a plecat cu ele.
Am fost curioasa sa vad zona cu pietrele sparte.😊
Era plina de bucatele stralucitoare...

... Imi doresc sa am puterea sa sparg falsa realitate din jurul nostru
si sa ajung la lumina din spate, pentru ca stiu ca este acolo!

Source

#Fiction Monday (69) - It is about heat

#Fiction Monday (68) A method from a memory O metoda dintr-o amintire

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'TRASH'.

I'm sorry,  but I can not remember where I read this idea. Even I felt it was
important, I did not write down the source somewhere. But now, this word
triggered a memory that came out to the surface.

Briefly,  if we note some behaviors that trouble us, some bad habits and after
that we cut into pieces that sheet of paper and put them into the trash
compartment and we do this for a period of time, is it possible to discover
that some things have changed inside us.

Of course we need the special ingredient of believing that we have the power
of changing us...  Why not trying? What do we have to lose...?

 

 

"Nu rezolv problemele. Imi repar gandirea.
Apoi problemele se rezolva de la sine." (Louise Hay)

Imi pare rau, dar nu-mi amintesc unde am citit aceasta idee. Chiar daca am simtit
ca este importanta, nu am notat sursa undeva. Dar acum acest cuvant a declansat o
amintire care a iesit la suprafata.

Pe scurt, daca notam unele comportamente care ne deranjeaza, unele obiceiuri proaste
si dupa aceea taiem in bucati acea foaie de hartie si  le aruncam la gunoi si facem asta
pentru o perioada de timp, este posibil sa descoperim ca unele lucruri s-au schimbat in
interiorul nostru.

Desigur, avem nevoie de ingredientul special al credintei ca avem puterea de a ne
schimba... De ce sa nu incercam? Ce am avea de pierdut...?

"Cer ajutorul. Ii spun vietii ceea ce vreau
si apoi  permit sa se intample."

"Gandurile pe care alegem sa le avem sunt uneltele
pe care le folosim pentru a picta panza vietii noastre"

 

And another kind of experience:
Si un alt tip de experienta:

What do you see here is a composition done from remained bits, that
I did not wanted to send to trash!
Ceea ce vedeti este o compozitie din bucatele ramase si pe care nu am
vrut sa le arunc!

#Fiction Monday (67) - A word inside a word

#Fiction Monday (63) - A memory - O amintire

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'WRITE'.

We learned to write in school or sooner.  I mean we learned to use the letters
in an understandable way, with right lines, with curved ones,  vertical or italic,
nothing special, just learning the alphabet.
The next step was to form words, trying to make connections between the thought
about a word and how it is written or spelled.
And this was the beginning of the journey! I may say that I was lucky to have
some teachers who spread around us the seeds of love for reading and provoked us
to share with the colleagues our ideas and opinions about different readings in
writing or with loud voice. And sometimes, our thesis at literature were full of
metaphors, incredible or strange compositions and it was so good! 

Later on,  I stopped this exercise because I followed a technical faculty and
the literature was not in the curriculum...!😊
But we had a course of history for a semester and we arrived at the final thesis.
I had to choose between two subjects. My selection was related to the proofs of
continuity of Romanian people in our territory. I stayed a few minutes looking
at the blank page. As a matter of fact more than a few...
And something happened. Like something inside me  wanted to go out.
And I start writing a composition, like in high-school. I could not change
this situation.  Because I felt very much alive writing about our roots, about
my roots. It was fabulous.

When our teacher came with the thesis, he makes a small introduction about
the kinds of discovered answers. And one of them was: some personal interpretation
of the history! That it was mine... And he interpreted in a good way, with the
maximum mark.

I shared with you this moment, because sometimes when writing wants to
manifest, could be a beautiful experience that must not be stopped!

Am invatat sa scriem la scoala sau mai devreme. Adica am invatat sa folosim literele
intr-un mod de inteles, cu linii drepte, cu linii curbe, verticale sau italice, nimic
special, doar invatam alfabetul.
Urmatorul pas a fost sa formam cuvinte, incercand sa facem conexiuni intre gandurile
despre un cuvant si despre cum se scrie sau pronunta. Si acesta a fost inceputul calatoriei!
Pot spune ca am fost norocoasa sa am niste profesori care au raspandit in jurul nostru
semintele dragostei pentru lectura si ne-au provocat spre a impartasi colegilor ideile si
opiniile noastre despre diferite lecturi in scris sau cu voce tare. Si uneori, tezele noastre
la literatura erau pline de metafore, compozitii incredibile sau ciudate si a fost atat de bine!

Mai tarziu, am oprit acest exercitiu pentru ca am urmat o facultate tehnica si literatura
nu era in programa...!😊
Dar am avut un curs de istorie de un semestru si am ajuns la teza finala. A trebuit sa
aleg intre doua subiecte. Selectia mea a fost legata de dovezile de continuitate ale
poporului roman pe teritoriul nostru. Am stat cateva minute sa ma uit la pagina goala.
De fapt, mai mult de cateva...
Si s-a intamplat ceva. De parca ceva in mine ar fi vrut sa iasa. Si am inceput sa scriu o
compozitie, ca in liceu. Nu am putut schimba aceasta situatie. Pentru ca m-am simtit
foarte vie scriind despre radacinile noastre, despre radacinile mele. A fost fabulos.

Cand profesorul nostru a venit cu tezele, a facut o mica introducere despre felurile de
raspunsuri descoperite. Si unul dintre ele a fost: o interpretare personala a istoriei!
Cred ca asta a fost teza mea... Si a interpretat-o favorabil, cu nota maxima.

Am impartasit cu voi acest moment, pentru ca uneori scrisul, cand doreste sa se
manifeste, ar putea fi o experienta frumoasa care nu trebuie oprita!

 

 #Fiction Monday (62) - What is above the courage?

 

 

"Cand radacinile sunt adanci nu
exista nici un motiv sa ne speriem de vant".

Duzina de cuvinte (231-232-235) - Un triptic ciudat...

Cuvintele duzinii 231, cu tema: 'Scrisoare din viitor':
bombeu, pazmanterii, ornamente, cana, cidru, placinta, oaspeti, poveste, semineu,balansoar, patura, descoperire.
Cuvintele duzinii 232, cu tema: 'Cuvinte uitate pe o foaie':
buton, clopotel, biscuiti, reactivat, spectacol, exclus, dulce, cojoc, trezit, bezea, dragon, ghioc.
Cuvintele duzinii 235, cu tema inspirata din poza 'Midnight swing'
carusel, cadou, bland, aburind, cant, alegere, suflet, schimbare, dorinta, copii, poveste, ascuns.

 

Primele doua jocuri s-au lasat cumva nefacute. Am crezut ca din cauza 
unui noiembrie cu pazvanterii, adica ii pot spune luna felicitarilor, ca daca  
tot nu stiu ce inseamna cuvantul, pot face si aceasta alegere! Apoi mi-am spus
ca poate in suflet exista o dorinta de a primi o scrisoare din viitor, dar  gandurile 
in loc sa topaie intre ieri si maine sau sa se inspire dintr-un ghioc, se tot dadeau 
intr-un carusel si invartitul in cerc le cam ametea, facandu-se de poveste!

Schimbare de decor!

Dar cand al treilea joc a aparut cu imaginea lui,  un clopotel a sunat si am avut 
certitudinea ca s-au trezit si ceva s-a reactivat. 
Este la fel de adevarat ca putea fi si dorinta mea care isi cerea o noua poveste, in 
timp ce eu imi vedeam de treaba si ma ocupam de ornamente. Asa ca a fost musai 
sa ma calce pe bombeu ca sa-mi dea un minim impuls, ca pentru cojoc avea nevoie 
de ace si le ascunsesem, pentru orice eventualitate! 😅

Un spectacol in efecte de gri

Si gandul care a venit tiptil a fost urmatorul: gasirea sursei imaginii. 
Am fost profund recunoscatoare ca nu mi-a trecut prin cap ideea unor biscuiti 
cu crema de bezea ademenitoare si dulce,  sau o cana cu cidru alaturi de o
placinta...! 
...Si am inceput apasarile pe buton! Dupa cateva tentative nereusite folosind anumite
cuvinte cheie  (fetita, balansoar, pisica, luna...) dar si anumite cuvinte de legatura,
am facut o descoperire: exclus cuvinte de legatura cat si frumoasa noastra limba!
Alegand varianta de cautare in engleza: 'girl, swing, cat, moon, comet', poza a aparut
pe primul loc!  

Am incercat pentru amuzament sa schimb 'cat' cu 'dragon' si imaginea miscatoare
cu ceva ascuns prin ea, a fost castigatoare! Acum, ce sa zic, nu stiu cat de bine 
ar fi ca sa fie vazuta de copii inainte de a adormi cuibariti in patura, ca nici nu 
se aude vreun cânt bland de leagan, nici nu seamana cu un semineu prin care sa
intre Mosu' cu daruri!  Dar imaginatia lor e nesfarsita, asa ca poate ca isi vor crea
propria conexiune cu marele Univers si vor adormi linistiti, visand oaspeti din viitor!

                                       
                                         "Eu sunt AL. Am venit de pe Luna!"
                                         "Din ce zona anume a Lunii?"
                                         'Din zona pe care pamantenii n-o vad niciodata.' 
                                         "Atunci asa se explica ca nu te-am vazut pana acum... 
                                           Oricum, bine ai venit, AL. Si adaug... in sfarsit!"
                                         'Ma asteptai?'
                                         "In ciuda oricarei logici, DA!"
                                          'Nu ti-e frica de mine?'
                                         "Nu-mi pun aceasta intrebare. Ea nu exista.
                                           Mi se pare gandul cel mai frumos pe care il pot oferi..."

 Acest text l-am gasit pe o foaie uitata intr-un caiet. De ce l-am scris in aceasta
 forma sau pur si simplu de ce l-am scris, cu foarte multi ani in urma, nu va pot 
 spune, pentru ca pur si simplu nu stiu. Poate o atractie pentru fictiuni, pe care
 uneori le mutam in realitate...
 Acum, acest text s-a mutat intr-o noua dimensiune, intr-un joc, sau poate nu!
 A vrut sa fie gasit si asa s-a intamplat!

 Si pentru ca am descoperit acest cadou aburind, inchid cercul cuvintelor,

Sursa

 si va urez un weekend placut si plin de bucurii!

Doar jumatatile unui ardei simpatic!

Tabelele lui Eddie pentru jocul 231
Tabelele lui Eddie pentru jocul 232
Tabelele lui Eddie pentru jocul 235