The sun also rises
The fields also green
The stories are told
and hold
hearts in hands.
We survive and desire
The Moon to be ours
The Dreams to dawn true
The Time to stand and wait still
for sorrows to burn
in hollow trees
whose dead leaves endure
to give birth
To daffodils…
Art – Dusk by Jodie Muir.
Respite = a short break or escape from something difficult or unpleasant.
“I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death.” –Ernest Hemingway
Art by Marianne von Werefkin – Russian-German-Swiss Expressionist painter (1860-1938).
We are all unhappy people feeding on shines of never-ending stories of happier people around. Are we? Are they?
We are being consumed and trampled over over and over again.
After careful consideration and many well-built walls and some exquisite moats I declare that happiness does not rest with (other) people. Happiness starts with just US.
Yes, people create magic with a mere smile on a windy, bleak, hopeless morning that speeds away with every bit of light. Yet we are tired of being sunned over and then led into a haze of misunderstandings and apprehension…
Still we are totally unhappy and utterly happy in our own world. After bitter disappointments with the people I hold dearest, I place my every happiness in my carefully crafted dome.
“Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.” – Oscar Wilde
I divide my happiness by seasons and I season my dome with everything I love and feels warm to the heart. In the aftermath of winter I put my glorious bike trips in the cold into odes to spring – my poems about the coming of the Sun, the ladybirds and the folstitia…One can never write too many invisible stories about spring and hunt too many lilacs.
I have there my beautiful early mornings drenched in autumn rains and also in beautiful snippets of music.
I have there the fairy tale books I read on cold, misty and pointless winter evenings… I have there my every expectation towards spring like a dull root waiting for warmth and birdsong to make it come out into the crude light again.
I can do whatever, I can solve everything, people can blow all their freezing-cold thoughts all over me, still they cannot steal my glow, they can merely break some windows, because I am protected by all of these small beauties awaiting me under my dome.
They say pennies are the mother of pounds. Small, insignificant pleasures like the new moon or a beautiful flower are the mother of happiness.
First you’ve got to see the moon to be over the moon.
Art by Rob Gonsalves.
Romania is my country and the sweet hills covered in vineyards are my home place.
The balmy moonlit vineyards can keep a heart from breaking.
Here, in Romania, Beauty follows you everywhere. When you think you’ve lost it, it’s there breathing magic on your neck, tugging at your sleeve with a gorgeous sunset, misty mountains, bluish lakes, Shire-like emerald hills, fortresses that once kept invaders at bay…
I illustrate with a stunning movie about my country, showing Romania as it is: fresh, sophisticated, rough, ancient, modern, mesmerizing, wild, misterious … in one word, AMAZING.
https://mohamadkarbi.com/romania/
Let’s Fly …Romania! Produced by Anthony Brzeski.
Courtesy of Let’s Fly! [PRODUCTION].
Tenet = a principle, belief, or doctrine generally held to be true; one of the principles on which a belief or theory is based:
“Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.”
– John Keats
Art – “Lady in a Garden by Moonlight” by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836 – 1893).
Freedom. Freedom of choice. Freedom of speech. Freedom of ideas. Freedom of doing what you love. Freedom of enchanting your followers and clients. (Aren’t they the same?) Freedom of finding solutions outside the known path. Freedom of smiling after a successful business meeting. Freedom of alleviating pain. Freedom of being a dreamer and showing people your dreams. Freedom of imagination.
Building anything is never easy. I have been building my body since the last years of the last century. Still I am not enthralled but I believe in my lorryfull of resilience…
When you start your business you (should) start by touching people’s lives. Sometimes, if you are terribly lucky, you touch their hearts. Our hearts are in desperate need of being touched, aren’t they?
In the end everything boils down to showing people your own heart. Even if sometimes this feels like nakedness. Trust your gut and move on. Show them the unique problem-solving magic of your business and what will empower them to do. Make them aware of your efforts and your vision. Make them trust your mission and enjoy the ride.
Never fear of being wrong as you will be oftentimes right in learning a new lesson. Each day passing…
Art by Christian Schloe.