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When dealing with the Blue Insights amazing writers, these words echo in my mind:
“I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.” (Brian Selznick)
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December Light
A poem
December is what we are
When love glistens back
the light in the baubles.
We have the White and the Words.
Words that move mountains
tiptoe to touch the stars
whet the wondrous luster of the sea
travel with the wind
glimmer with the moon
Feel not the rejection and foible
of the world.
Words are a soft warm pillow
on which I rest
my threadbare soul
that trod naked
on paths of ice
and thorns.
Words keep my bloodshed
clean on a stave
and in hues of red
a song is made…
https://medium.com/blueinsight/december-light-c83bc4dd9ea9
© Iulia Halatz
Art – Toshio Ebine
You neglect and belittle the desert.
The desert is not remote in southern tropics
The desert is not only around the corner,
The desert is squeezed in the tube-train next to you,
The desert is in the heart of your brother.
—T S Eliot (Choruses from The Rock)
Art – René Magritte
Let me take you
At the border of a dream
Lulled by midnight’s
Oars of sleep.
Let me love you
As I would
No one.
Let me taste
your words
Unspoken and lamenting
On the back
Of your tongue.
© Iulia Halatz
Also published at Medium/ Blue Insights.
Art by Pawel Kuczynski.
Happy December Everyone!
December from Eugène Samuel Grasset‘s La Belle Jardinière calendar, 1896
Today is Romania’s National Day!
Romania is my country and the sweet hills covered in vineyards are my home place.
I have yet to find more beauty in the world as to measure the balmy vineyards in the shade of moonlit evenings.
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 gorgeous sunsets, misty mountains, bluish lakes, Shire-like emerald hills, fortresses that once kept invaders at bay…
Romania is like its people. Beaming with startling beauty and when you think you’ve had it all and seen it all, there appears another corner of mesmerizing one-of-a-kind piece of marvel… A patriarchal silence clings to all, the same silence of the world being born. Nothing to be heard, only the silent song of the fields, trees, hills, mountains, lakes, rivers and waterfalls.
Life is like a foreign country. “Literature is the operating instructions. The best manual we have. The most useful guide to the country we’re visiting, life.”- Ursula K. Le Guin
In my country, the most useful guide is our folklore. Here, stories emerge from under each stone or any trail in the mountains as mediators between the ideal and the real. The land is teeming with legends, the one depicting the magnificence of Curtea De Arges Monastery epitomizes the sacrifice that must be done for building something of lasting beauty, so as to cut out your heart and lay it as foundation.
This is a text written in 2017 for the blog of a dear friend. https://mohamadkarbi.com/romania/
In the picture – Curtea de Arges Monastery
What is the world made of?
“The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words, and that if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.” – Terence McKenna
Pearlovski in the city
In still-November.
On days like this, the world feels shaped by the perpetual kindness of light.
What is your why?
We all have a secret engine. It may be the fire in our hearts lit by a wondrous smile, or the sparkle of a new day, the uneasy warmth of doing something new, the hope of achieving something we only dreamed about, or just finishing a project, a new venture.
Why do you get up in the morning? To start all over, to rewind, to redo and to make it better. Time is what we really own. Time is what we really have to define Better. Time shapeshifts in what we make of it and in the colors of our feelings.
A Romanian folk tale tells the story of a brave king, one eye smiling and the other crying. We keep on doing the daily grind, one eye crying, and one eye laughing at the Why in our hearts. Our Why is the craving for doing something we and others will love.
Success is not something handed to us. But we can hand ourselves a bit of happiness at forgetting our daily pet peeves and shaping the time in something lovable. Love but attracts other types of love.
“I want no vacation – no surcease from my labors. If people would select a life work compatible with their temperaments, the sum total of happiness would be immeasurably increased in the world.” – Nikola Tesla
Spring is the season of goodwill. I contribute to the sum total of happiness with my (other) work of being the follower of seasons and the keeper of springs. For I have never found a love that pure as in the tree flowers whose scent quietly clings like stardust to the early twilights of March.
Published at Blue Insights at Medium.com.
Art by Blenda Tyvoll.
You are never fully dressed without a piece of jewelry.
We bring forth our Treasure Trove of Gems and Pearls.
The treasure I am about to present here is not found but forged with toil, sweat, craft and the imagination of a treasure seeker. Swarovski crystals and amazing water-cherished pearls sparkle along with semi-precious stones like Amethyst, Citrine, Opal, Larimar, mother-of-pearl, Lapis Lazuli, Lazurite, Garnet, Tourmaline, Agate, Spinel, Pink Opal, Amazonite, Onyx, Labradorite and whatnot…
There is crystal for everyone and a peals necklace for every fashionable lady.
On our shelves you can find statement jewelry, handmade jewelry made of wood, silver, silver plated materials with some of the most amazing crystals in the world.
PEARLOVSKI – Delicate luster as a weapon – handcrafted in Romania
Find more at pearlovski@gmail.com.
As always, I am humbled to be a Medium writer:
You are the mellow vines
ripe at the touch of Autumn.
You are a blue alphabet
falling from the sky…
You are the amber leaves
lured in the sleep of Winter.
You are the macadamized trance
of flowers
when Spring is climbing up the trees.
If you are not the fragrant moon
to bread stars from shimmering flour
You are the color of fire
that burns in everything you see.
© Iulia Halatz
https://medium.com/blueinsight/gentle-giant-1f3affedddeb
