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| this drawing does't match to this part of my post but it looks nice here |
Well, a blogging problem is a hard thing to deal with. Sometimes I wanna be a style blogger just like the most of you, but I don't have enough patience and time to follow all those posts of yours, to spend time only on looking for this kind of inspirations. But it's so cool to be a blogger who posts regularly and gets lots of comments. I'm jealous when I look at all those sites with lots of followers. I know that you have to work for fame ;)) and I'm not sure if it's so worth for me... But having a style blog with your photos and comments is a good way to catch the moments of your life. I do not trust digitality, but who knows - maybe it really saves the memory?
I've also got a problem with categorizing my writings. I have many blogs, I'm an addict, and every single one of them was made for different kind of posting. I'm not sure which things I prefer to describe in Polish, which in English (soon it will be possible to write in French, oh mon dieu...) so usually I just don't write, because making a decision is so tiring...;) And I can see that I'm not fluent in writing and finding best words, everything is some kind of harsh. I was a good writer once, I was good at imagining and describing things. I was happy doing this.
I have to admit that blogging is very important for me. I've blogged since I've got and Internet. Almost nine years passed. I love blogs. I love blogging word. But it's all so chaotic...
But for today I think I will just be my kind of blogger. I'm me. My life is mine. My inpirations are inspiring me. And if I'm not able to be a frequent "poster" (yes, for example I love word-metaphor games), to let you know of my everyday style, inspirations, looks, finds, reads, eats... well. I have to cope with eat. Deal with it. Make myself like my blogging way and wait patiently with hope for your words and presence.
[wow, I've got a good reflections day today... I just made myself think that when I'm bored at work I don't have to check e-mail and facebook thousand times per hour. I can READ ARTICLES on the Internet, not LEAVING THEM FOR A BETTER TIME, when I'm more relaxed, more thoughtful...let's face it: I'm never more relaxed. Never more ready.]
Ok, no more speaking.
Mandalas found today. Clear, delicate, fascinating Mark Golding's works.
“I’m back in the woods for another walk, this time I’m feeling really low, sad, helpless and I’m crying. I leave the woods and wander up into one of the surrounding meadows, find a clear open space and I sit upon a small hillock, with my head in my hands, and I cry, and cry, and cry.
From my despair I am aware of a presence around me, I look up, and 6 horses have wandered and gathered around me, looking into my soul, with understanding and empathy for my sorrow.
Two of the horses walk slowly towards me, one brown, one black, and press their noses upon my cheeks, and they breathe me. Their breath becomes my breath, and we 3 breathe together, as they heal me, as they understand my sorrow.
And for moments I can speak horse. From mind to mind we share communication, and they ease my suffering. This is a unique and magical moment in my life, and a crossroads in my recovery. We share common experiences of love, pain and suffering in a communion of souls, a communion that knows none of the parameters of conventional understanding and this breaks down a barrier within my soul, that had hitherto separated me, Mark the human being, from the majesty and unity of the animal kingdom.”
M.Golding
Better to look at only one picture first. Looking on them together can blur the effect.
I have to find time to try it. And patience. Definitely patience.
