Things of Life

40s By now I should know everything about love. Pretty much. I think I do, although I reserve a small area to be surprised still... By now I am aware of the channels, different from person to person, through which love springs forth or/and comes in. You don't love anybody until you decide to do so. 30s Things are becoming more clear now. 20s When you actually want to answer the question "what is love...?" And things are rather chaotic... Adolescent.  You need about 2 or 3 things to like at a person in order to fall in love. Besides these, it's a matter of projections-- you attribute the things you want or dream about to that person. He/she may have them or not. The question remains: whom do you love? That person, or an image wrapped in your own dreams and desires...? Child.  You jubilate around a person that you feel attracted to, and think it must be love.You heard about love, you are not sure how to define it, but somehow you feel that it's something big and ge...

     The baby was sleeping on his shoulder as if the little creature was part of it. Somehow, I first had the impression the man was wearing a fur because the baby curled on a half of his chest with the head close to his neck, and it felt soft and natural. I know... a fur is not exactly the most proper, nor beautiful comparison with a baby, but-- like most times-- I got into a state of mixed feelings upon entering a shop with vintage items, and also I may have had a recollection of those cats...      Those cats made of natural fur and meant to decorate a sofa, a coffee table, or a mantel... I mean... who would want a cat-like figurine that looks like a real one, and realizes it's not a live animal only when  getting closer and attempting to pet it, just to discover then it's hard and hallow...? The whole thing feels  creepy--I would jump back like burned... But the old ladies, the owners of a vintage shop that happened I had stepped in a while ago...

I am matter and spirit, All in one-- Something fixed as rock, No way to separate. I feel me in each, So clearly distinct... Although, somewhere, The invisible link Keeps me  going. If I would be just matter, I'll fall like sand At ocean's bottom; If just spirit, I would get lost above... But being both, I keep my buoyancy in the middle...

     I can feel it. There is sustained pressure especially for a woman that's getting older, to hide any signs of her aging, even to the point of having fake elements on/in her body and compromise health to enhance look and sex appeal. I resist it not because I am not interested in beauty; I naturally am. But I believe beauty here is grossly misunderstood and highly commercialized.     A  saying in art sounds like... if you can't hide something, show it with style. It is a rather a desperate act to employ temporary solutions like make up, or constant hair dyeing, that will dump loads of chemicals in your body; or have regular surgical interventions that would make your body look abused on the long run.      It seems like hair dyeing is a big one. A woman who does not color her white hair is perceived almost like a careless and irresponsible one. As if one can control the pigment of her hair as she can do with weight. I am yet to know about a ...

     Everyday, I am going farther to a point in my life. I am relishing this journey of self-discovery and growth, and start to see that I am actually trekking on a very big loop, and tend to move closer to where I left. I return to my roots, to the hearth, to the womb, to the earth...      What I subconsciously established in childhood, now I consciously return to as to the most pure and real thing. Then, I've planted trees and forgot about them; I ran like wild. Now, I see that a forest has become of them, and long these trees to shelter me, to nourish me, to give me rest.       Life is a big return...

     Although I was born sometime when winter was waving its icy claws to let the first flowers of spring come through, I was a summer girl, always longing for it as if life was only there...      One time I decided to despise winter, and stick with summer as much as I could. To forget perhaps that winter ever was. Maybe cold was something that could be defeated. Maybe it was just in my mind...      So, fall weather was easy, and I found myself in February still wearing light clothes like a summer hooded tee and a scanty denim jacket. Walking briskly in the morning with the jacket unzipped... Not too bad--I told myself-- and somehow made it through the whole winter. I don't know... maybe it was just a very mild winter. But spring came in no time, then summer. I lived through the seasons like a tree...      I am indeed like a tree, living with the seasons, dressing, undressing, searching for sun, water, loving birds and the...

     I should write about death since it's becoming more and more part of life itself as time passes... More often now, people that I knew have died, and I hear about others having serious diseases, so death is looming there... Sure, explanation is simple: as I am aging, people older than me that I've known longer are reaching the end of life; also, I am more aware of death at this point in my life, and pay more attention to such events than when younger and death seemed surreal. It's very real now...      They are they, and I feel somehow excluded, but I know that one day death is gonna come near me, too.  Being healthy and avoiding disease (although a lot nowadays) is not gonna solve the problem of death; it's only gonna make it a bit more peaceful, I suppose; can I say more beautiful...? What I am left with is an attitude, my attitude towards death...      I am smart enough to not fight death. I am not going to fight it. I cannot embr...