Friendship
Sun through the cloud
Pancakes and photographs
I am a bird yet again, though it will last for only a few hours. I want to sing and fly as high as my wings will take me. These mornings are dear moments in my life and I intend to make the most of it. Coming home to an empty house, almost running down the stairs to get to him. My love, my heart - my guitar. My mind flying away with the tunes my hands and fingers are creating and time goes with it. After some time I stop, realising it might be time to feed my poor stomach. Music and pancakes are a great combination, so the choice of breakfast was in the least difficult. The kitchen being all warmed up by the amazing california sun I just sighed with joy as I was beating the batter for my delicious meal to come. My eyes being tempted by a frying pan full of pancake while my ears are being caressed by Rubber Soul playing on itunes. With a cafe au lait in one hand and spatula in the other I am ready for my feast. Plate ready, syrup check, knife and fork yes. I pause for a second, and listen for the silence to be broken, but no. I am alone. I don't mind really. I can think of a few persons I would not mind to share this meal with me, but since I can't choose as I wish, alone is the way it has to be. I'm flying. I'm free.
Have a listen, love
Street Art of London
Truth
To dream, is to search your heart for its deepest desires.
To live, is to do something to make your dreams become real.
To love, is to do something for a dream belonging to someone else.
Never stop dreaming. Never stop living. Never stop loving.
A dream becoming reality
Today, I must say, was one of those good days. To get to spend time and converse over a computer is something else. You can almost trick yourself into believing that the person, to whom you are speaking, actually is present in the same space as you are. When you get to do that with a very great, amazing person it's something even greater. This person is really one of those people who subconsciously helps you be your better self and makes you look at life in the most awesome perspective you could only have dreamt of. It is a very mystical thing. Friendship.
Being the constant dreamer as I happen to be, no choice, one finds it extremely satisfying and terrifying when time is actually passing and the things you dreamt about for so long are about to become real. You just can't seem to grasp the reality of it. To you, it is only a dream. But some things do make the crossover from dream to reality, and that might be the thing one wants more than anything. Although, when the time comes, and as all things seem to happen, it is not quite as you imagined. It is a very powerful thing and creates the nerves to become aware of the fact that what is about to happen is completely unpredictable. Once that was one of my greatest fears in life - today, it is what I love about it.
Another magic monday night involving some great musical instruments in a small room in San Francisco, filled with four people who all love the same thing. Growing, teaching and living. To explain such a moment in life is extremely difficult and it is something one must experience in order to comprehend the greatness of it. The tension, the sharing and giving. It is amazing and being part of it is one of the best decisions of my life. Honestly. So please. Follow your dream, and say "shush" to the voice in your head trying to talk you into nonsense of avoiding it. Don't let your dream be quiet, make it real. And do it now.
Being the constant dreamer as I happen to be, no choice, one finds it extremely satisfying and terrifying when time is actually passing and the things you dreamt about for so long are about to become real. You just can't seem to grasp the reality of it. To you, it is only a dream. But some things do make the crossover from dream to reality, and that might be the thing one wants more than anything. Although, when the time comes, and as all things seem to happen, it is not quite as you imagined. It is a very powerful thing and creates the nerves to become aware of the fact that what is about to happen is completely unpredictable. Once that was one of my greatest fears in life - today, it is what I love about it.
Another magic monday night involving some great musical instruments in a small room in San Francisco, filled with four people who all love the same thing. Growing, teaching and living. To explain such a moment in life is extremely difficult and it is something one must experience in order to comprehend the greatness of it. The tension, the sharing and giving. It is amazing and being part of it is one of the best decisions of my life. Honestly. So please. Follow your dream, and say "shush" to the voice in your head trying to talk you into nonsense of avoiding it. Don't let your dream be quiet, make it real. And do it now.
Four little boys from England
Confusing times
The time is drawing closer and closer. I cannot comprehend it. My weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds are counted for and my allotted share is soon gone. What will happen? I know what I want to do. I wish to continue to explore the lands of the earth and become a very wise man. Or woman. To where is no longer the question, it is now all up to the clocks of the world to tick until my time comes. I am ecstatic and terrified. Interesting combination, quite unpleasant and enjoyable simultaneously. One needs to create lists and listen to soothing voices as the one of Donovan and his friends. There is no guarantee of survival, there is simply hope for the better. Presently, I am satisfied in the california sun while anticipating the time of summer.
Midnight dreaming
To be another creature
that of a bird in the sky
I'd take it, I'm yours
I would fly oh so high
The flaps of my wings
would be taken with pride
And with hope in my mind
I'd have nothing to hide
that of a bird in the sky
I'd take it, I'm yours
I would fly oh so high
The flaps of my wings
would be taken with pride
And with hope in my mind
I'd have nothing to hide
An album by the mop tops
Listen. Repeat.
Great sorrows and lifted spirits
After many days of plain euphoria I find my mind slipping back, taking out the tape and rewinding to the world of memories. It is hard not to. I have lived my life the way it is supposed to be lived - with passion, laughter and spontaneity. Returning to a life of exaggerated responsibilites is not what I was looking forward to. However, the countdown to the day of my return back to my home country has begun. Being in three different realities is somehow not quite as easy as one would have hoped. How one can even fully live in one is impressive, but trying to accomplish such a thing in three times the amount is beyond my grasp. Not that one needs to fully understand it, but not having to walk around as a confused seagull trying to find my way around would be nice. If I had the choice, I would rather be a pelican - they seem to have it all figured out.
In times of goodbyes, having a plan to survive such parting is essential. No matter how low you feel, forcing one self to joyous times might be a really good answer to a struggling situation. Regarding myself, such action took place on this very night. My darling friend, who's visit has lifted my spirit above infinity, had to depart from this lovely area in which I reside, to where she is habitating at the moment. Naturally such parting has no mercy on the heart, and with the good timing I have been fortunate with, I got to sit in a funny chair, listening to an amazing person talking about the history of rock and roll from 60s and 70s. Needless to say, it couldn't have been better.
This is for you and me. Catch your dreams before they slip away. Remember.
In times of goodbyes, having a plan to survive such parting is essential. No matter how low you feel, forcing one self to joyous times might be a really good answer to a struggling situation. Regarding myself, such action took place on this very night. My darling friend, who's visit has lifted my spirit above infinity, had to depart from this lovely area in which I reside, to where she is habitating at the moment. Naturally such parting has no mercy on the heart, and with the good timing I have been fortunate with, I got to sit in a funny chair, listening to an amazing person talking about the history of rock and roll from 60s and 70s. Needless to say, it couldn't have been better.
This is for you and me. Catch your dreams before they slip away. Remember.
Silent storytelling
The lesson of the scrambled pancake
Leaning back on the door to my room, I am sitting on the floor and discussing the future over a digital conversation with my beloved sister. During this conversation I am realizing that while living with another family one sometimes wishes to disappear completely, since waking up to a child's loud voice is not something I would choose if I had the choice. Which is not available at the moment, a direct result, no doubt, of my own choice. Though the bird inside of me wants to break free and leave this nest for a more suiting one. At least for a few hours passed on the clock.
Confused by all the different messages and ideas from the world and the people in it, I wish to fly to the quiet room on the top of a mountain, a summer's breeze washing away all the pressure of my face. Life likes pushing you in different directions and sometimes undesirable locations. Having to actually deal with purchasing the ticket yourself creates the pressure of stating your destination. How does one communicate a pleasurable destination unknown? It's definately a struggle all humans must deal with sooner or later. I think I have found my next stop but first come patience and perseverence. I seem to become a stubborn child who demands control over the world and all the actions in it. But the adult in me tries to raise this child and keeps it in a cage under the influence of negative reinforcement, which unfortunately seems to be very effective. There is a question people should be asking, although only a few do. How does an adult and a child live in the same world without one overpowering the other? Or at least tries to. The war is declared, and it has become a bloody mess. What happened to peace and love? The hippies might have been on to something.
To increase the bubbles of joy in one's body, a morning starting with a deliciously fried pancake with sliced yummy bananas inside might be in order. But, as life and everything prefers it, it scrambles it up and gives you a different result which you did not calculate. How do you deal?
Well, although the pancake did not turn out as aesthetically as I had hoped, it can't hurt to give it a go. I did - within seconds it was inside of my mouth - and it was the taste of perfection.
Lesson learned: don't judge a pancake by its looks - it might taste even better than you imagined. In fact, don't judge at all.
Confused by all the different messages and ideas from the world and the people in it, I wish to fly to the quiet room on the top of a mountain, a summer's breeze washing away all the pressure of my face. Life likes pushing you in different directions and sometimes undesirable locations. Having to actually deal with purchasing the ticket yourself creates the pressure of stating your destination. How does one communicate a pleasurable destination unknown? It's definately a struggle all humans must deal with sooner or later. I think I have found my next stop but first come patience and perseverence. I seem to become a stubborn child who demands control over the world and all the actions in it. But the adult in me tries to raise this child and keeps it in a cage under the influence of negative reinforcement, which unfortunately seems to be very effective. There is a question people should be asking, although only a few do. How does an adult and a child live in the same world without one overpowering the other? Or at least tries to. The war is declared, and it has become a bloody mess. What happened to peace and love? The hippies might have been on to something.
To increase the bubbles of joy in one's body, a morning starting with a deliciously fried pancake with sliced yummy bananas inside might be in order. But, as life and everything prefers it, it scrambles it up and gives you a different result which you did not calculate. How do you deal?
Well, although the pancake did not turn out as aesthetically as I had hoped, it can't hurt to give it a go. I did - within seconds it was inside of my mouth - and it was the taste of perfection.
Lesson learned: don't judge a pancake by its looks - it might taste even better than you imagined. In fact, don't judge at all.
Give me a pen
A wonderful tune by the davies' brothers
reminder: If Ray Davies wants you to sing - you sing.
You delicious cup of black
Time spent in a car can be enjoyable or unbearable, all depending on what sounds are dominant in the automobile atmosphere. If you happen to be unfortunate and you have a little child's cry or whine overpowering any kind of nice beat, you are not in a most desirable situation. However, if you have those noises on a leash, and have thoughtfully brought a big, black CD case with some nice tunes and records in it, you might be in for a lucky ride. Since my time spent in such a car is numerous I have created a powerful unwritten rule which makes car in motion time holy, and there fore such noises are banned for the ride. Thankfully, I think I might have created two little music maniacs instead of punishing two whining children. I must say some pride runs down my spine. Self-five!
After spending hours on end conversing with my dearest friend from my home country, we got through a whole lot of dreaming and started planning a great future, which hopefully will be spent together. Time will reveal what will happen, with fingers crossed and hope in my heart, but we will start with a little visit from her in the early days of the week to come. I can't wait.
The fact of the flying hour
Sitting on one's behind for hours on end makes no sense. But still, here I am, as determined as ever, doing it. A comfort is itunes which is playing my darling Beatles' records in alphabetical order and I just keep fixing, copying and changing, my mind that is. I must say I do love the Beatles' earlier records. Earlier than what, one might ask. Well, I won't reveal my favourite but I will say it is not early nor late, the rest is up to your imagination. I wonder which is your favourite Beatles' record. I'd like to discuss that with you. Those discussions have been interesting in the past. Anywho, with John Lennon singing "I'm so tired" in my ear I can no longer deny how my eyelids objectingly refuses to be as alert as I wish them to. Oh, well. Time is ticking and it is yet another early day for the working people. Which includes me, thankfully. I bid you farewell, until we meet again.
In stormy weathers walk
A long time has passed
Time and thought gone byNot even once did I think
This is what I'd try
Unless you are looking
Through a clairvoyant eye
Life is filled with clouds
Where you want to be high
Flown far away from home
For greener pastures or warmer sun
One finds treasures beyond
And the trust of life is done
Do not doubt, my friend
For after rainy storm in mind
A bow of rain and rays might hold
Deeper love for you to find
With new found strength
Feet will push you straight
Exactly where they belong
Someplace perhaps in Haight
