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Just a Rainy Day

It has been a rainy day. Kind of ”moody cello day”. I like that too. Keeping me cosy indoors. Ensure happenings of exciting things. I’m rather good at that. Actually. There are always new things to learn – languages – technique – universe – thinking higher – yes even higher than usually. And of course I have empty white papers wanting to be filled with colors and crazy motives. So new apps, ted talks on Netflix ….. and a lot of creativity in Crazy Art Studio Budapest.

spicy talks
happenings in worldwide cyber
tagged peppar mint

… and I want that book – I mentioned before – to breathe poetry …

ears leave
when music are played by fairies
catching up
as all senses float away
hypnotized by enchantments

… that special one … you know …
… and music …
… for rainy days.

Stage Curtain from Liszt Academy – edited #byblogfia (me in my Internet project).

Carpe Diem: #1107.
Symphony No. 1 by Giovanni Sgambati.

Very pleasant music for this kind of day and mood ….

World just now

Just now in this very minute …. Placido Domingo concert in DUNA TV … and two ladies singing … Yes I can … from Annie get your gun.

This one made a life changing and vital impress to me as a little child. How happy I am that my parents brought my to this operett. Now I love all kinds of performing arts.

So …

Anything you can do – I can do better!

Just watching wonderful music and performances in Budapest TV. It’s so beautiful my heart cries.

Such contrasts in the world!

In one channel – the most beautyful man can make – in the other – the most destructive man kan do.

And Victor Orban says:

”Hungary is a stable island in the agitated western world”

… and that’s exactly what I feel just now.

Elixir of dawns

You are so shy. While looking down and around trying to find the right words. I watch you secretly from my lowered face. I’m waiting. Waiting breathlessly to hear you saying …

some day
I will let my heart speak
to yours
and tell about the island of
true everlastings – elixir of dawns

… wishing it to be in this very moment …

Carpe Diem: #1106 Symphony No. 11
The Winter by Joachim Raff.

A Quiet Watcher

This day – the day before Christmas Eve – we use(d) to call ”Little Christmas Eve”. We tasted the Christmas food. We were allowed to open one present. We had a really cosy evening. That’s how it was. Seems so long ago just now. I kept this tradition when I had my own family. We even celebrated once in a dry riverbed in the desert in United Arab Emirates. 1983 I think. Now is a different time. ”Yesterday is dead and gone” as Kris Kristoferson sings. My daughters doesn’t eat meat or celebrate Christmas. My son thinks otherwise. More like me.

circumstances
made christmas dead and gone
empty seats

Since I’m not a believer I don’t celebrate Christmas but I like some traditions. Like spending time together with my family. So I miss that now. Very much.

Some day I will bring my grandchildren to experience the Nutcracker in Budapest. Some day!
Today I went to an contemporary dance performance for children. It was just so very great!

air filled
bubbles of children’s emotions
cracking event

I can also go to church at special occasions – just to watch the rituals people are busy with. As behaviorist I’m very interested – all the time – in people’s behavior and everyday life wherever I am. I’m a quiet watcher.

But not ”quiet” about everyday life relating to politics. Consequences of bad politics I want to highlight. Sometimes also the good. I like to compare Sweden and Hungary as I think they are opposites in EU. I find it interesting to follow. Observe.

dedication
children’s welfare and schooling
my life

I think – maybe – it has been a lot about me personally lately. Sometimes it happens. And that’s ok for me – here.

I have had Bach in the background but tonight I’m afraid he didn’t engage me very much.

finally
a red heavy glass of wine
tasting your kiss
full bodied as usual
how lucky I am

Carpe Diem: #1105 Christmas Oratorio:
Cantata #1 BWV 248 – Mov. 1/9 by J.S. Bach.

I think this entry works better with:

Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016 #7
Twas The Night Before Christmas.

I will make another for Bach 🙂

Ja-a Jätteglad!

Förra året köpte jag en soppmugg – på julmarknaden – i julklapp till mig. Nu har jag börjat dricka en massa te – grönt Chai-te.
Därför köpte jag …

Lilla flicka
vad ska jag kunna
hitta?

Kanske en fin ____
med lite tilltugg?

Som jag kan skicka
till dig
Birgitta?

-Blir du glad då?
-Ja-a jätteglad!

… en grön temugg full med hjärtan.
Till mig själv i år.

Skrivpuff: Skriv ett julklappsrim
eller ngt som hör ihop med julklappsrim.

I have time

Nowadays I use to say …

-I have time.

… and I have for the things I want to do … like dreaming me away … in my kind of meditation …

closed eyes
opening for peacemaking tones
in mind

Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016 #6 meditation.

My YouTube list about Relaxing music.

But Not – For Flowers

I just made a picture. Or the Picture wanted to be made by me. So it is! I use to listen when pictures want to be painted. Sometimes with pens, crayons and pencils I – myself – don’t like very much. I listen and do it anyway.

When Picture was made I gave it a name. That I am allowed to do actually. Picture got the name ”Locker”. And for a while – when studying the Picture – I wondered:

-What is it you want to tell me?

Then I said:

-Why are you so right on the point (almost) always!?

open minded
though the locker is closed – but not
for flowers

I saved and went to my emailbox. Now I find that one of my favorit haiku writers had made a beautiful poem about locked. My picture is named ”Locker”.

I think …

-the open window with the flattering curtain – to the right – is the ”open minded”
-the locker keeps ”something very important” safe
-”but not – for flowers” is so enormous interesting so I have to go on thinking about this

What could it mean?

Och gilla Läget

Livet bjuder inte bara på en väg – knagglig eller slät – den bjuder på en mångfald. Vissa tvingas du ta andra väljer du själv.

Om jag fick
en chans till
skulle jag inte ta den!

Det är dags
för en annan att fortsätta
den kampen!

Just nu
ger jag mig själv de chanser
jag vill ha.

I en första period får man mycket hjälp i vägvalen. I en annan period är det för många krafter som bestämmer. Till slut lämnas alla val till dig själv.
Då ska du ta chansen!
Och gilla läget 🙂

Skrivpuff: Chans.

“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
William Faulkner

Another Kind of Candle

On my way home today. I walked towards the Cathedral and a poem popped up in my head. (I live just behind the church.)

not so long
way to the other side
of religion

I’m not religious as you know. But when I grew up everybody around me were. As child – visiting the church – I always thought the priests told lies. Couldn’t understand how people could believe what the priests said. I’m interested in facts – not what few people make up in their fantasy and then try to make it true for a mass.
Sure Jesus once lived and he probably had a very good hearted life philosophy.

It also happens with ”facts” in times. Thinking about when the earth was believed to be flat. So I wonder a lot about:

-What do we believe to be very true today – and tomorrow will be proved as wrong and seen as the madness of our time? Maybe about the climate? Maybe about our planet? Our place in Universe? I would very very much like to know …

free ticket
for a ride in the dark world
to turn on the light
covered waited in endless queue
while the button was set broken

Perhaps that one was too mysterious?

wise people
talking the speech of facts ‘n truth
my candles
as interesting people’s questions
provide imaginative power and fantasy

“We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.”
― Richard Dawkins

”Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful.” Lucius Annaeus Seneca.

Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016 #5 candles.

Mother of All Pearls

Out in the crowd. Camera settings with blue filter. To light up my day. Thinking about killings and attacks. Sad but definitely not scarred or frightened. Thought that if I had that stupid, monstrous terrible brain … where would I place … I was sure of where. So I took the metro just to that place. It was the end station. Above is the Christmas Market. And I wasn’t the only one thinking … Three very well armed and equipped men stood steadily and watched us when we got out from the train. I asked very polite:

-May I shoot you?

So sorry I didn’t get that photo!
But I was lucky today. Bought myself a heart decorated ceramic cup for my green chai tea. I also found my dress. Now it needs a neckless. And I know what kind. A Native American style in black and a few silver pearls decorated with mother-of-pearl. Maybe I can make it myself.