sticks

There are many kinds of sticks used for different purposes.

Walking stick when the physical condition of the body requires it. When the body regains its strength then shouldn’t be used because they become “crutches”.

Ski pole , which used from skiers to improve balance, speed, acceleration. Average skiers use different poles than more advanced skiers because their needs are different.
Climbing stick are used for similar purposes too. To make walking easier and prevent the body from harms and fatigue. They are also used as tools to inspect the soil.

As I see it, sticks can support walking, improve walking or even impend walking. It depends on the individual what they want to reach and what they consider as “enough”, I think.

resist-persist

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"What you resist, it persists"

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I keep resisting, it keeps persisting.
Go away I tell to it, but it comes closer and each time biger and stronger.
One of those days I have to think what to do about it.
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while you were out

While you were out, lots of things have happened, you don’t know about. I feel sad for you. For the notes you have lost, because you were out.

You don’t know my news. My real news. You never asked although you know that something is going wrong. I left you a note but I guess you never read it.

While you were out, People they came in my life but they are there. They know more about me than you do. They can listen, they can feel and they can say things you never learn to say.

What is sad is that those people , hear words that maybe it would make you happy if you heard them from me. But thinks is as they are. We people talk to those you feel we can be heard. We say our news to those you ask “how are you doing”. When we are happy we share with those that would be happy and proud for us. And when we are sad we turn to those that will encourage us and give us a hug.
Sounds simple, isn’t it ?

While you stay out, those are the things you lose.
It is sad , isn’t it ?

horse whisperer

Life has a magic and mysterious way to bring special people in our path , the time we need them the most. The times we feel helpless, low, alone, unworthy , unloved, forgotten . The times we have lost our faith and we expect nothing good to happen. We starving for support, encouragement, friendship, love. We desperately need a hug, to hide in there for a while, take a deep breath and then keep walking in our pathway. And suddenly, someone or something arranges that meeting. Warm hands touch us tenderly and we hear “you are not alone”.

I know you did that and you know I want to say thank you, but I’m saying I’m still angry with you. You know that and you know why. Some day you will explain me why. I ask you when but you don’t reply. You send me that seal with the word “faith” glued in a blue and green piece of wood. I’ve put it in a box . Don't know how to use it yet.

Have you read the story of Pilgrim ? He was wounded in a terrible accented and became mad and wild. Nobody could ride him. Till the owner arrange a meeting with a Horse Whisperer. He whispered to the horse , they started communicate and finally the horse was tamed.
I know I’m not alone. You send my those signs. Now I have to trust the words you whisper in my ears. I hear you even if I don’t let you ride me. I hear you...

....Keep whispering. I hear you…

Penelope

He said :
choose a photo from this book
Write a story about Penelope.
Give the first role to her and use a person from the picture .
This Person should act as a catalyst in her life and change its flow.

Whaaaat ?
I have no person in my picture, I said teriffied and looked at my photo. It was an empty road. But then, in the empty road, I saw the person and I knew the story.

I know the story! Honestly I do but....for more than two weeks, Penelope and the Person are sittting together at a café . They just met but the time has frozen in that moment. Staring in front of a half –full A4 page, waiting for the ice to melt , become again water and flow in the paper.

My actors, Penelope and the Person, waiting quitely to tell the "Action!!!". They understand what is going on.
My numb hand holds the half-empty page. I know what is happening.

I breath ...and breath .....and breath again.
The “action” word requires a lot of air to be said

meantime

Photo by jurvetson

Is .

Is the phoenix afraid ?

When he puts on the fire,

the one he will fall in and consumed,

is he afraid?

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And while the phoenix is burning,

just before he becomes ashes,

is he afraid?

duel

The swords adjoining
Thunders and thunderbolts
In battle fields

Past and future feuding again
Crown and kingdom
Will be the prize

Endless duels
Of I and i

struggle to death

to stay alive

runway

photo by EOS.650

On Monday’s nights
Driving back to home
I take the highway
Leading to airport

My car becomes an airplane
The road a runway
But just before it takes off
To reach the sky
It turns right

The pilot can’t flight yet
She has a lot to learn
Before she takes off
To heaven’s highway

mortal

One of these days,

I'll hang

my superwoman's uniform

in the closet

steps

Recently I discovered the wisdom of my body and the foolishness of my “thinking” mind . And during that times 52 played in my readings. My thinking mind has violated a lot my bodily system. But let me tell you a story

For a long time, Soldier-Body was complaining about physical and mental fatigue but it wasn’t heard. It tried many times to speak but the reaction of the General-Thinking- Mind was “Stop complaining ! We have work to do ! Work !” And the Soldier-Body unable to confront the General obeyed to his orders. But things have gone from bad to worse.

One day the Solder decided to disobey the General and refused to follow his commands. The General shout to him “Move!” but he stayed standstill and with a loud voice said. “I can’t move anymore” . and then he ceased every activity and went to rest in his courtyard. He could hear the General calling him to return to his duties. But he didn’t . This was his chance to change things, to the better for himself and the army he belongs to.

He stayed unmovable for a long time thinking the dangers of his condition. He was very exhausted that be became ill. His life was threatened. On the other hand disobeying to the general could cause him lots of problems. He decided to consult the Yi. Asked many questions to contemplate the situation and Yi told him ,again and again, two advices. 59.2 >20 and 46.2.6 >52.

Read LiSe’s thoughts “When everything is in chaos, then your can only rely on your survival instincts, your 'luck', your own wits, 'something' inside yourself which makes you find a way out.” And about 20.2 she says “Face the danger, don't run blindly. Awaken your creativity to solve this, instead of running away.” Make sense, he though and chuckled when he read “a flight of stairs”. Stairs and how to climb them is what those lines of 46 talk about and 52 about inner rest , something he desperately needed.

He went to find some friends of him,"He hurries to that which supports him". Amazing was the strengh he found inside him and make the small trips towards what supports him. His illness back off for a while and let him go there. One of the friends told him : “Think of distilling, where you want to keep the essence , but burn off the rest” Hmm, make sense too. I'm burning everything here, he thought.

The General knock his door and asked to discuss the problem. He has calm down now. Listen carefully to his Solder and promised to reduce his demands.

Things in the camp are better now.



Photo by Spigoo

decrease

photo by hickoree

Giving is not harmful. Neither for the giver nor for the receiver. Unless there is not balance.. Even in a lower position , a small rock holds a lots of strength and can support a big one Unless there is not balance. Then, the whole structure can fall apart.

As givers we sometimes have to reduce ourselves for the benefit of the whole. But there is a line we shouldn’t cross and loss us and get lost in the crowd . The same with the receivers. They can accept the other’s offer but to a point that they don’t diminish them.

So when we reduce the lower to enrich the higher we should never forget that line. This is not easy to do. How many of us have offer ourselves to serve someone or something and felt drained and naïve, and all that joy of offering became a thorn in our heart?

Giving is not harmful and sometimes is necessary but in absence of balance it can be.

tightrope

photo by orangebrompton

Sometimes walking our life is like tightrope walking at a great height. Safety nets are not always available neither balancing poles. All we got is our body . We stretch out our hands and walk along the rope trying to keep ourselves up there.

Acrobats use various balancing tools like hats rings, canes, and umbrellas. I choose to buy a notebook and a pencil to help me hold myself up. So for the next 6 weeks I’ll walk with a notepad and a pencil in my hands. Its scary up there and to be honest the tools I have are not the solution of my problem but for some hours I can smile. I search for the eyes of my friends who see me from down there and I smile to them too. They smile me back and my foots get stronger. And when the void tries to swallow me, I turn my eyes to the other side of the rope. There is someone I have promise to meet . I meet you there, I said to her and I’ll do my best to keep my promise.

Walking along a rope is an art and when you have to perform the feat make it as an artist.

pillow

Tell me a story,

As we are here
By the camp fire.
Under the starry sky.

On your pillow-laps,
I’ll rest my mind,
listen to your words,
and fire’s music.

Tell me a fairy tale

I’ll close my eyes
And follow you,
in your story-paths

If I fell asleep,
before the” happily ever after”
don’t wake me up.
Just kiss me for goodnight

idle

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idle

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break

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So what are we going to do?
Keep fighting?

I’m hearing you !
But do you hear me ?

“I’m tired”, I told you.
“you are not allowed”, you said

For god’s sake
Give me a break !
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