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Hot Passion

Some fun ends … and some fun goes on … and most I love … is … the tango… with you … soon to take place again. I love it! Passion and close bodies!
In control!

determined legs
yours – and mine capturing
your insistent moves

You will also give classes this week. So many dancers will be there. Me too – though shooting. Oh how I have looked forward to this. Only once before I have been to the dance studio to shoot photos. Now I will again. Soon!

I like to say to everybody – go and take classes in tango!

like a flower
bursting out promising – spring
for hot passion

And then comes the summer … best of all … best of everything … now ahead … soon …

The Hunter Philosophy

Sometimes … when I read poetry … out there … well here too … I think … POETRY SHOULD HAVE A PLACE IN EVERY SCHOOL … I have always advocated for philosophy as a base subject.

The more technic take place – in our life – the more philosophy we need … is my mantra.

I still believe that!

Poetry … inspire for interpretations … challenge the readers in many ways … explore feelings … other persons feelings … helps to change perspective … may strengthen ability for empathy … most needed in the harsh sometimes very hostile social world … not to forget in social medias …

How romantic and safe wasn’t my life as young … now it seems to be the opposite for young people. Even when it comes to equality between girls and boys. It’s worse now and this is so sad.

Is it about hunting or beeing hunted. As young I loved beeing hunted by boys. It was so innocent and so beautiful. Exploring each other in a way. Life schooling for relations and love.
At the same time I knew more about boys than girls because for me it was much more interesting being with boys than girls. Climbing trees, playing football, sneaking in to other gardens picking fruits … and I was very good at slingshots … playing with dolls wasn’t my kind at all, not girls ‘backtalking’ either. I like the straight … and I found boys much more straight. Always have.
I am still amazed that my parents let me be my personality. My dad bought me football boots with studs. He went to every basket game I played in. My mother sewed jeans and caps for me mostly. Sometimes also dresses – me and my sisters – looking so nice in same cloth. My mother even sew dresses to the princesses of Sweden before her marriage.

Dresses I have saved with much love. Dresses my granddaughters also have used.

My dresses Mum made - Now used by granddaughters.

My dresses Mum made - Now used by grandchildren.

Min mamma sydde denna klänning till mig för många många många år sedan. Passar även barnbarnet.

I’m … writing my thinking … that’s why it takes some odd ways … and I like that. That’s being alive … lively …thinking … about the tiny and great … close and far away …

Back to where I started thinking today ….Inspired by … The Hunter tanka … I respond …

I’m also out hunting
dressed in philosophy
and questions
my belt has many pockets
one secret – only for you

Such Pleasure

How nice to read this post by Kristjaan in Carpe Diem. He told about feelings being close to nature. This is immensely important. But I think … not everyone know how to do … or even that it is an option. How sad! What about young people nowadays. Will they find – in their smartphones – what our generation finds in nature? Allow me to doubt!

searching the lost
most important of all – call
for nature

Today I had a day of pleasure. I was really in good mood. Went to the Thermal Bath. No turists only Hungarians …. and me. Not crowdy like in Szechenyi. Outdoors under the sky. 38° Oh how I enjoyed! Floating, swimming, doing some exercises … just for my wellbeing.

And then …. these water jets!!!! My back got a deep make over. Hard and strong – every knot inside disappeared. I shut my eyes. Me and the water in this mesmerizing jet. When I hold out my hands … palms upwards … to catch the yets … I felt as … they played piano with my fingers. Feeling my fingers to be the keys. It was amazing. I let myself be played … for a long time … and where were I with my mind … in that room I like so much.
I noticed people studied me but I didn’t bother. Was I standing out? I wondered.

such pleasure
connection to origin – habitat
water – loving life

These two I wrote after – on my way home – when sitting in the city center park -watching people – resting for a while – with so much peace in mind …

exhausted
after pleasure – living
above all

It took a long time … living … to find this balance … I nowadays feel … for my body … in my soul … in my life.
I think … I have definitely reached the best level … for living my life. I’m so happy and thankful.
And I think I am worth it because I have been working very hard on all levels … in life …. society … at work … … you name it!

Now is *After Work* – and I love it! Seize the day & Be live.

Crazy Art by me - Thinking about All My Rooms in Mind.
… pleasure in life …

Carpe Diem Namasté, the Spiritual Way #4
keepers of the earth.

My Heart

my heart
only to earn – with love
not for sale

Skrivpuff: Till Salu.

Cats 1st March

I’m smiling – thinking of GP to choose ‘cat’ as prompt when March starts. The yelling soon to start too.
Cats are not very common in Budapest – not seen very much. But I have a cat café close. Very nice! Sometimes I need to pat a cat or dog. Miss so much to not have my own nowadays. It’s just impossible the way I live.

cats amusing
dancing around corners
nine lives

I’m sitting and thinking about cats … and at the same time …watching a ballet at classica.de on TV. Beautiful bodies, agile and supple as cats.
How beautiful the natural is!
Also when old I think. How sad when people change their bodies. Really sad.

Once I wanted to change my nose. Thought it was so big. That was as teenager. When a boy liked me – and I didn’t like him – I turned my profile towards him because I thought with such a nose he cannot like me anymore.
With my first salary I planned to have a surgery. Luckily that didn’t happen. I grew into my nose and now I like it.

B_ live

Talking about cats …I’m very specific about the nose … It must be orange framed dark 😉

Jeppe - Best Cat ever!
Me and my Jeppe.

Skrivpuff: Katt.

Rose Spoke Poetry

roses of dreams
not only for buzzing bees
for me too

… popped up in my head on the way between Carpe Diem and B_ live. Now I see how wonderful that sounds. ”Seize the day & Be live”. Well, I was both live and alive in my lively head. No emptiness there.
But however I would very much like to praise emptiness. I find it a strong ‘existence’ – life philosophically. Also like ‘a must’ to reflect about.
I have some favorite words. One is ‘beyond’ and the others sound better in Swedish than in English – sorry for that. I even founded up a new – I think – English word to suit what I wanted to express. Favorit nr one is ‘annorlunda’ and in English it would be different or otherwise but they are absolutely to simple!!!! ‘Differwisely’ would be much better. I love ‘differwisely’ people! Have always done. They are fascinating and exciting. They have great and exciting minds. I get so curious. Watching from a distance or I involve. Depends on …

Why did I end up in my pearly words? …. searching for the thread … ah emptiness … I think ‘differwisely’ people sometimes/often feel emptiness … about the outside world … from the lack of understanding surrounding them. Never inside their minds. Some of them doesn’t bother at all. Some are just lost in our world.

people as poetry
when lines telling the story
about roses and thorns

When living in the Emirates I got to know a lot of people. Some Persian. One was a tennis player and he liked my way of swimming and wanted me to teach him to swim and he offered to teach me tennis. Another one was a film maker. He wanted me to see his film … I was so innocent and a naiv Swedish young woman at that time. I’m glad I got me out from that situation. I’m not stupid thanks … who should I thank when I have no god? My parents and my upbringings of course!

like a film
some in vivid colors – some black
with no roses

At that time I hadn’t discovered poetry.
Ha ha … now I remembered the surfer in Abu Dhabi … that was really a funny story … my son had to call for me … I disappeared out in the Arabian Sea … which Persians of course call Persian sea.

gems of sand
singing poetry – in sea
a rose listens

Don’t buy me red roses!
If roses – just
Rose roses.

Abu Dhabi
My son out teaching his dad how to surf.

Daughters in Persian - Arabian Sea
My daughters in Persian Sea.

Carpe Diem: #1165 Roses.

Live and Die

tonight my skin
will miss the hot spring
it seems colder
©Basho

My skin too …miss that hot spring … I would like to sit there with the Master of masters. Talking about experiencing nature – its inner scent. Talking the poetry language.

like the steam
from inner body of earth – onsen
lifts my soul

This is not at all hard to imagine for me. This is something I love to take time for. Both in Hungarian ‘onsen’ and in my bathtub. Probably I will not vist Japan but I probably will visit Iceland where also ‘onsen’ can be find.

mighty nature
mountains and valleys – healthy
liquid for pleasure

In Hungary I have been to many termal bath from Hévíz in the south to Salt Hill in the north. I also have them close here in Budapest.

Salt Hill, Hungary
Salt Hill Eger, Hungary 2010.

dressed by onsen
I’m completely in your care
the touch of you

…. I’m now floating away … this must be heaven … this is how I want to die … dressed in onsen.
But in fact I want to end up in the sea. Hopefully my children will burn me up and then poor me out in a streaming river close to the sea. Then I want them to have a fun party – thinking about how much I enjoyed life.

How odd thinking about death when it’s all about pleasure with onsen. But for me death isn’t odd at all. Of course you must talk about it! It’s natural – or you have to make it natural. My children know – so no problem. I will die some day. No problem!

Until then I’m busy living … very busy! Tonight I’ve had an awesome evening. Premier contemporary dance event. Cannot be better!

Salt Hill, Hungary
Salt Hill, Eger, Hungary 2010.

Carpe Diem #1164 Onsen the hot springs of Japan.

Inte så Tänd på

Nu precis när jag läste utmaningen ”turas om” tänkte jag …

-Går det att turas om med sig själ?
-Hur går det i så fall till?

… allting går ju … bara man är tillräckligt fantasifull … vill jag tro … och leva efter …

Om jag till exempel måste städa och samtidigt har en spännande bok som vill bli läst … då kan jag turas om med mig själv …

Med mitt inre borde – städa … och mitt fria (lust) bejakande – läsa …

Fast egentligen är jag nog inte så tänd på att turas om med mig – bara med den ena delen i så fall.

Skrivpuff: Turas om.

Wild – C’est la Vie

Today I have had a ‘free’ day. Nothing at all in my schedule. I love these days too. No problem to fill them. I take it slow and easy. Today I slept … well I wont tell you how long! Then I had my brunch with black coffee, seed crackers and goat cheese. Did some ‘musts’ and many more ‘lusts’.

At last I understood it was time for a hot bath. Sadly it wasn’t as hot as I wanted. Have to speak to the machine a bit more determined. Trying very hard to understand it after new circulation pump.

Put on an old list on Spotify. Didn’t get inspired – the three first tunes were oldies now boring – but then it happened …

tricky old
tapping on my heart – release
hips in rhythm

… This old heart of mine with Rod Stewart version with Ronny Wood. Now I’m in right mood. Then Sonny & Cher perfect for the mermaid. Every inch of the body wants to have a work through. Especially in hot water. Soft light. Today with a cup of tea. And my music.

In Bathtub

My kind of work ut.

kissing ‘n hugging
all that a body wants
you must give

Ha ha … Chuck wants to cheer me up. He knows exactly how to do it!

swinging the best
all times – c’est la vie – now
being a teen again

I’m working and swaying – feeling my best – mind and body totally free. Lost and happy. Free and flying. My thoughts are my surfing boards.

finding that special
wave in mind to jump on board
riding the other waves

What can I say more … breathe … Every Breath you Take … breathe … surf and breathe …

in the right age
just in the right time
waiting – for you

I’m ready …

I grab the plug … and let the water out … and …

no – not now
the hand shower went wild
simply the best

Now I die … totally wild too … thinking about one of my favorit dancer – Clare Turton (short dark hair) – dancing in Tinas show. She is just …. I die again … wildest ever … Live version … of course! (Clare Turton not in this version.)

Writing the Thinking

I just loved this episode Chèvrefeuille! And I also find Basho the master of masters when it comes to haiku. Oh what a wonderful place he came from. Would love to visit Mie Prefecture.

rocky beauty
in surrounding waves – connection
eternity to see/a

I could also write …

beauty rocks
the power of creation – nature
for hearts

Lack of nature …
That’s a real problem in our world! …. I think … young people more interesting in their smartphones … tapping tangents … playing video games … often about battles … but also building societies … in that technic world … totally lost from the real … such a loss …

What will happen with the field of relations … ability to make close human relationships … ”I wonder … wonder I do” ….

However I am sure the young people will get skills in special fields and that their brains find corners waiting to be developed … which are more or less sleeping in our brains …

I am just as sure about how happy I am for my connection to nature. Half of me grown up in a city – with my parents – the other half growing up in nature in the deepest forest – with my aunt and uncle. My uncle was my master …. life and living, creativity, imagination, intelligence, smart solutions, philosophy, attention about what’s got real value, … I am so thankful!

walking life’s track
covered with spruce and pine – needles
in pace with ants

skogen

And from other point …

living life
in that square box – only
games flashing minds

I am amazed about how short periods – here and there – during a lifetime can characterize and form ones personality. I know very well what has influenced me during life.

What has influenced Basho – delivered from him to us … to enjoy and find so inspiring … that’s … his … ”eternal life” … one influence to another … isn’t it beautiful …
(… but I know it also has a dark side … that influences … making life so hard for some … not to forget … )

I love thinking and writing … or … for me … I think … writing the thinking … with a big smile …

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