Things of Life

I am not a doctor. I was never interested to be an MD. However, it does not mean I was not interested in health. I was... early in my youth even. So interested that along the years I gathered information in regard to the subject, and added it within my sphere like bricks, one on top of others, so after considerable time I found myself in quite a structure. Then, I could confidently label myself as my own personal doctor.  So, I am a doctor after all... It is basically a relationship that I have with my own body and mind. I am doing a detail work right now, tending to an eczema that became annoying, and see some encouraging results so far...

I find freedom in certain laws. So called moral laws. I don't read, memorize, recite any, but feel them instead. I believe this was before I learned they are mainly associated with religion. They may appear more like laws in this context. But I rather see them as valuable "features" of love, relationships, community, healthy life... They are somewhat part of me, woven within the fabric of my own self, almost an instinct. So I do not feel pressured to abide by any, nor need to refer to them at each of my steps. I feel free. Moving with grace, no strings attached. Of course, moral issues get complicated sometimes, but I figure solutions are deeply internal. I don't even feel religious... whatever it is that may appear religious it's a way of being...

Shrubs with purple and yellow flowers, along their buzzing bees, went 24 times around the earth. Then, Shakuntala found the ring, and he remembered. Love was never too far. The ring was hidden in a fish that was moving quickly through their feet. One day, in bright sun, three emeralds like three green eyes sparkled through the rainbow scales of his belly, and she saw it there...

Fumul s-a scurs din creștet in tălpi, si m-am trezit într-o balta mâloasă.  Undeva era o durere surda, mă mișcam greu, si parca îmi venea sa dorm un pic, si chiar sa plâng.  Îmi priveam goliciunea. O vedeam bine, si claritatea îmi dădea satisfacție.   Era timpul să-mi schimb pielea ca o reptila, sa mă frec de pietre aspre, si să-mi las in urma vechii solzi.  O zi de de primăvară într-adevăr, si pana la urma am sărit din baltă sprintena ca o pisica ce-si scutura câțiva stropi de pe membrele posterioare.  Erau câțiva copaci prin preajma, si aveam de unde alege a mă sui sa privesc totul dintr-o alta perspectiva...  

am cuprins pământul si cerul, dar nu eram de ajuns...   si timpul nu l-am putut ține in repaus-- a alunecat cu lumina crepusculara după munți goi                                                              într-o clipa, o clipa si eu...

Mi-am pus bentiță verde din rochia ta festivă, de mătase. Verde lângă albastru-- o combinație acidica, dar când "reacția" e potrivita, efectul e înalțător. Ca primul vânt de primăvară. Tu încă mă înfășori in iubirea ta necondiționată ce transcede timpul si spațiul.  Nu aveam niciun chef de proiectul acesta manual, dar nu am putut sa rezist plăcerii de a vedea efectul, amânat odată cu ritmul chinuitor de încet si cu o doza de dificultate al lucrăturii... Adoram clasa de lucru manual. Oare in școală mai învață vreo fata sa coasa, sa brodeze, sa croșeteze, chestii d-astea...? Pentru mine era o adevarata ora mediativa. Atunci imi coseam destinul... Natalie Chanin 's books, and her textiles, are quite an inspiration. Keep on stitching!