No picture post

I got lost in the hi-tech jungle or maybe computers have some cheeky plan to drive me crazy- I can't load any pictures on my blog! :( I was trying and trying and didn't succeed but then the very simple thought came to my mind: "Darling, you can just write!". Bingo! Sometimes I'm so blind and deaf to the simplest solutions. So in a meanwhile when universe is working on posting pictures problem, I'll become a part time writer ;) 

Sketches- it's hard for me to distinguish the difference between drawing and a sketch. When sketch becomes a drawing? Is drawing different from sketch because of the amount of time and work putted in it? I prefer to call my pieces of art sketches. I like to make them quick, not to lose the energy of the line and courage of hand. It's like 20 seconds of courage ("We bought a ZOO") when brain doesn't notice what's going on and it lets all the thoughts and feelings spill on a paper. Paper. I don't feel comfortable with using thick paper from artist's shops. I prefere my home made sketch books made from paper printed on the one side. It gives  me weird inner comfort of not wasting it when the sketch will be unsuccessful.

Notes- those who know me well enough to see what I carry everywhere with me also know that I'm sort of addicted of  writing things down. When I'm at work I use millions of chits, then usually throw them away but it's a habit. A habit of making notes. If there would be a fire, the first thing I'd take with me and runaway would be my agenda. So many thoughts, ideas, inspirations, old tickets (memories!) in it! It's like my second right hand. Notes are like sketches- quick, being just the prelude to bigger idea, bigger vision, fresh and honest. They're like a bud before the flower. And as much as I'm amazed with the beauty of flowers, I enjoy even more the mystery of buds.

Inspirations- what actually inspiration is? Nothing that you can see or count. It's like tickling inside. When I see inspiring picture, piece of art, movie, person, whatever- I get a feeling like they describe falling in love- butterflies in my stomach. Or maybe...dragonflies in my chest :) Yes! Comparison to butterflies or dragonflies is indeed a very good one! (I know, I know, I'm just so smart! ;D ) That little excitement every time you see  them, the admiration for the beauty of nature and understanding the wonder of life. And always the question: to catch it? Or better live it alone, free and transitory?

Gratitude

There's a time in life to understand everything. Funny how sometimes I'm ignoring the simplest things, convinced of my infallability. The truth is that sometimes I'm really silly- especialy in the moments when I'm thinking how smart and perfect I am. The thing that is on my mind lately is gratitude. I am waiting for the signs of it from people around me but not giving the same back. Taking many things for granted when in the reality they're the good will and effort of people that are important for me. Lent is almost over but maybe it's a good resolution for everyday of my life: to be grateful? 

P.S. Gratitude has a side effects- brings you closer to the people and makes you more happy.

Cheeky Universe

Have You had an impression that...Universe steals your ideas sometimes? You were thinking about something deep down in the darkest corners of your brain and before you accomplished it, you saw it done by someone else or the whole bunch of people all over the world becouse it became a new trend? 

I had moments like that!  

I was thinking lately what would happen if I'd start doing things right after the idea of doing them shows up in my head. Except of spending all my money :P, I think it can be the key of living the life we want to have.

World without the Time

World without the Time? Without years, months, days of the week, deadlines... We're dividing time to organise and it seems to be less of it. Yesterday I saw a tv programme about Indians in South America. They have plenty of non-divided time! They don't know what "now", "till Friday" or "it's too late" means. And here? Here I feel terrorized by the time frames. Never on time, always too little time, trying to control the time but it's passing totally out of my control, doing things to save the time but I'm still wasting it. On a things that aren't worth it!

Human creature...and its perverse nature.

Something with hair

 I never payed too much attention to my hair until now, until this year's early spring. Now in my head (and soon on it) are flowers, hairpins, braids (yeah, few more years... after my last spring's wish "To change something in my life").

Why women change their hairdress when they feel need to change something in their life? Maybe becouse hair is something coming out of your head and by cutting hair you cut off the old way of thinking? And then, with new thoughts, it's easier to be all new and better and more shiny? But the older I get, the more often I discover that I cannot change myself. The only change I can do is to accept myself totally, to the last hair.

The perversity of inanimate

My dear patient and faithful Readers, today post without a picture! All becouse inanimate things have their caprices too, and age and different ideas of to work or not? And so my laptop denied cooperation and until I'll recruit new coworker, you have great opportunity to refresh in your memory all the old posts ;) Feel free to give me your opinions and advices and I'll try to be back in virtual reality as soon as possible with new pictures, observations and ideas for life.

Here and now

I spend so much time on planning and making 'to-do' lists. But how many things from them I actually do? How many from my plans I actualy implement? Plans can be so beautiful when reality can be disappointing. I locked myself in a cage made of dreams, wishes and ideas for future, being trapped in a moment that will never come- moment the best for doing things: finding better job, being happy, travelling, taking a risk,... Caged myself in postponing actions and solutions. Two words on my mind:

Here & Now