We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.

— Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund

un pirmoreiz es necepu kūku savā dzimšanas dienā
sēžu mājas pirmajā stāvā, ārā ir milzīgs karstums, bet iesim uz upi piknikā ar sieru,vīnu un sevi

Francija un 27
Čau, mammu un tēti.
piedzimu pēcpusdienā, svētdienā

Nevaru izlemt kur doties pēc Francijas, it kā jau tie līdzekļi ir tik cik ir, bet uz Latviju arī vēl negribas.
Gribas vēl kkur paklaiņot, paskatīties un pabūt.

Ieteikumi? Idejas? Draugi un paziņas?

Gribas peldēties!

Es mācos mīlēt sagatavošanas klasē.

Last night the geese came back,
slanting fast
from the blossom of the rising moon down
to the black pond. A muskrat
swimming in the twilight saw them and hurried

to the secret lodges to tell everyone
spring had come

And so it had
By morning when I went out
the last of the ice had disappered, blackbirds
song on the shores. Every year
the geese,returning,
do this, I don't
know how.

/Mary Oliver

Tomas:

". who knows. time will tell and life goes on. just like this ever streaming river that carries its waters to the sea. day after day. breath after breath"

Gribu pēc šī uz Islandi un Portugāli.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Mary Oliver - Wild Geese

I am.

"In our delusion we forget we are all nomads. We pretend our bodies will stay young, our children will not grow up, our fortunes are secure, our marriages will not change. Yet praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and pain, fame and disrepute weave an everchanging fabric of our lives.""To call a thing good not a day longer than it appears to us good, and above all not a day earlier - that is the only way to keep joy pure," Says Nietzsch
Jack Kornfield "The Wise heart"

Jāatsāk radošums.

Un vēl, vajadzētu saņemties visu uzrakstīt, bet dienas paskrien un viss notiek tepat.

Everything is temporary.
— 3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them

Es ticu tikai darbiem,kas izdarīti. Nevis vārdiem,kas apsolīti.