monday's girls

While we try
to untie our Gordian knots
we bond
creating a strong rope
to climb to the sky
against the gravity
and the chain ball
tied on our legs.

-Its heavy , can you hold it?
-Yes, I can.



To the Monday's girls
love you


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traces

Yup . I did it !!!

After a long time I open again my drawing block. The reason I closed it , many months ago , was because of lack of inspiration. Hmm, not sure if that is true though, cuz lately I feel that I avoid to draw . Like I fear to see those thoughts and feelings on the paper.

Some days ago, a friend of mine was talking about her diaries when she was younger. She was writing almost every day. And then I remembered that I never did that. I was given , as a gift, many little books with lockers but never used them. It was like I didn’t want to leave traces.

I remember that there was a story, in one of the girls magazine I used to buy as a child, where a girl could read the thought of other people. She was living with her step mother and her children. Those people didn’t love that little girl and make a lot of bad thoughts and the girl could hear them. It was a sad story. Don’t recall what happened to her, perhaps she found someone to love her and they lived happily ever after but I’m pretty sure that that was the reason I never kept a diary and tried to hide my thoughts, even from myself. No traces !!!

Funny isn’t it to read that the owner of this blog, many years ago, she didn’t want to write even in the diary books with the locker.

This blog, my drawing is my way to delve to the underworld and that is not easy . it needs to have the guts to do that “hypervasis” as we say in our language. I can’t find an English work that explain it , or I’m not aware of any, but is a kind of going beyond your what-you-think limits, power, possibilities.

So today, I did my self hypervasis, even if that means just to start drawing again. Hmm, on second thought, looking back at the no-traces period, actually it’s a Hypervasis.

Yup . I did it !!!


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forty

Heavens Gate Originally uploaded by h.koppdelaney

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go there,

where you have to be.

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here

everything will be all right

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here

the vigil lamp is burning

i lighted it for you

i made it for you

and

for me.

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here

the flame says a prayer

for your soul

and warms

mine.

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here

the flame says thank you

for been here

says

thank you

for your warmth and light.

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here

people see

in that-girl's face

warmth and light.

I wish you were

here

to see it

but

go there

where you have to be

don't worry

that flame

burning in the vigil lamp

says,

everything will be all right

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here

and

there.

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one month

one month since you left.

No, its not easy

yes, i miss you a lot

a family

“Martin disappears and a family appears”, said a friend of Martin's in her farewell speech.

And me, a member of this family. A family which consists of people I have never met in blood and flesh before but I knew little story’s about them. Beautiful, kind, warm people living miles away from me but I feel so close to them. One might say, “this is not a family!” but to me feels like one. I can’t explain it with words. There is something special that bonds us and the bond himself is not here anymore, so each of us has the other to create the place for the one we miss and create a place to share ourselves too.

Martin brought us together and he arranged a big party where we could celebrate. That was his wish. That party was because of his death but I felt that is was about life. “A life that it can be shared is a stolen life” says a song and I’m grateful that among other gifts I got a new family too, to share, to give and receive.

He got us together and I hope we keep it together. I'm loking forward for the reunion, to rise our glasses and toast once again to Martin, to us, to life.

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that night...

artist: UJean

Around midnight the sun came out and shone bright.
Awesome !
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I read next day’s newspapers. Nothing was written about it.
Nothings about the moon’s spells and sun’s warmth.
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Nobody saw that , but me.
And I know nothing about that.
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Struggling to find a word to describe it.

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Asking my mind, it says “don’t know”
Asking my heart and it says “bliss”

another way

I ‘m standing here
at my side of the bridge
although I know
you‘ll not be there
for our appointment.

My fingertips
still remember
your cold hands
yet

they try to reach you.


I have to find another way

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migration

A dear friend left this planet. I try to talk about him but then I talk to him and he talk me back and then I forget what I wanted to write.

We had good times and bad times but we could talk and dissolve the black clouds. An open sharing, what else one needs.

I’m sad and I cry and then he comes and talks to me and makes me laugh. I try to think if every was said between us. Nothing important is missing, I shared them with him. For the only thing I’m not very sure is if I said him enough times that I love him.

Have a wonderful journey to your new home penguin.

Love you
That girl

filling up

not empty

neither full

art byAnji Johnston

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Concealed, revealed,
In the unknown, in the un-manifest.
Rumi


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enthusiasm

Long time ago I was talking with a friend about faith, trust, God , universe, you know all those questions. With my mind I understood perfectly what he was talking about but my heart haven’t got a clue . I use Yijing for guidance and the readings I got lately echoed his words. But this time, I could understood and every another- time I understand better. The last couple of days I was looking for an answer hidden in the lines of gua 16. Wilhelm’s Enthusiasm. Then I went to LiSe’s website to read her 16. The word inspiration everywhere but it didn’t really made sense. I was looking for an answer how to do something I had in mind and I couldn’t find it . Sometimes , when I feel I can’t understand the obvious I go to a dictionary to look up for the words. So, I did and here it is what I found

enthusiasm, from Gk. enthousiasmos, from enthousiazein "be inspired". The source of the word is the Greek enthousiasmos, which ultimately comes from the adjective entheos, "having the god within," formed from en, "in, within," and theos, "god."

I went back to my reading. And it was clear. Maybe there are still things I haven’t see yet, but I know where is the way out.

It’s “That within” . And even if you have to face big challenges, “That within” has a voice which says “everything will be OK” And more than ever, I understand.
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show off

The other day I got an invitation so I had to think whether I should say yes or no. I tried to think all the possible what-if- I-do-it/ what-if-I-don’t scenarios . I found myself unable to predict the answers, actually I laughed with myself. I had to Ask Yi too. Not sure for its answer too. So I just did it, without really expecting something. Without any concern about the result, I started writing the story and it was really fun to do it.

Here it is …


... And yes I'm showing off , hahaha

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firmly floating

A friend told me the following, couple of days ago. Oh, I wish I could put into paper all the thought aroused that saying in my mind. I choose to post it here without analyzing. Some things are simply beautiful and I think its better them that way.


"... aware of existing in a place of infinate possiblity,
he plants his feet firmly on the ground,
which floats in space ... "



Only thing I want is to add that picture, the first thing came in my mind when I hear my friend's words.

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almond tree

Blossoming Almond Tree- Vincent Van Gogh

I was looking at some drafts and wanted to choose some of them to catch up a bit. Thoughts about the difficulties I had to go through, feelings, etc, etc. But I won’t. I’ll leave them in my notebooks as they are because something else wants to be told. Those difficulties are not over yet, and probably others will come but what it matters now, its that I can smile.

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When we have choose a path and things drags us away from that if we don’t forget that we can return again , we can smile. “Exit and enter without angst” says Yi ching's hex 24, with the words of a friend. And in absence of angst there is a place for a smile.

Now, I’m writing this, I’m thinking of putting some links of previous posts that come in my mind now, about dives in the abysmal water, but its not necessary. Somewhere inside us there is a reservoir of experience, our history, a record of where we come from. And in this blog some parts of that history have be written. No need to repeat them. Its history. What is more important is where we go. We walk in a path with our book of life in a pocket like a survival kit. And we move on, with a little more experience. Just a little more higher as Seferis says in his poem.

Just a little more
And we shall see the almond trees in blossom
The marbles shining in the sun
The sea, the curling waves.
Just a little more
Let us rise just a little higher.

p.s. Van Gogh's Almond tree was one of the most indifferent painting to me, till I saw the original painting and changed my mind. Its the smile I'm talking about.



photo credits

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biggie... lol

Wow, its been ages since I last blog here. Many things have happened that dragged me away from my blog. And the more I don’t write, the more I want the first return post be perfect. Lol, my perfectionism

So this is my first "return" blog entry. Not a biggie but great at the same time.
Wandering around , I missed my home.

Still rusty, slow moving.

But…….. I’m coming back

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