“Being there every week for my teammates is really important to me. It is about accountability.”
-Peyton Manning
Being here for my teams with a kind thought and a piece of imagination is about happiness.
My visible stories of Spring for my teams:
Linchpin – a person or thing that is the most important part of an organization, a plan, etc., because everything else depends on them or it.
What/Who is the linchpin of your activity?
The linchpin of happiness = a new spring?
Trees in the arms of Spring by Vincent Van Gogh.
When you catch a dream, you run after another in continuation of the first.
For you, Spring has built so much Love as to fill the sky with blue and the gardens with happy green.
I bid you to live the new days to the full and catch all your dreams in the most beautiful spring of your life!
Art – ‘The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies’, by Beatrix Potter (1909).
“How do you know if something is real? That’s easy. Does it change you? Does it form you? Does it give you wings? Does it give you roots? Does it make you look back at a month ago and say, “I am a whole different person right now”? If yes, then it’s real. The evidence of truth and reality lies in how much something can touch you, can change you, even if it’s from very far away. Distance is only the evidence of what can be surpassed.”
― C. JoyBell C.
Love is always real.
Art by Vladimir Kush.
Umberto Eco – January 5, 1932 – February 19, 2016.
”To survive, you must tell stories.”
”Captain Cook discovered Australia looking for the Terra Incognita. Christopher Columbus thought he was finding India but discovered America. History is full of events that happened because of an imaginary tale.”
”Creativity can only be anarchic, capitalist, Darwinian.”
”Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.”
Art by Rafal Olbinski.
My blooming chart says Love is not Love
that could not resist the flowers to seed, bloom, bask in the moon, wither in the wind
and wait patiently in the ground more agains than springs…
A picture of the Love that surprises Time by Michael Cheval.
Sarbatoarea iubirii e aproape.
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Iti scriem gandurile frumoase pe hartie si le infasuram in praf de stele.
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“Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words…. They have a power.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient.
“I would have a workshop attached to every school, and one hour a day given up to the teaching of simple decorative arts. It would be a golden hour to the children.”
-Oscar Wilde
Art – Cloud of future Spring by Michael Cheval.
I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love.
And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you.
Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain drops in midsummer or huge snowflakes or just candyfloss.
Whenever I feel the beautiful rain and the snowflakes thawing fire on my cheek, I’ll know you’re there in the nebula, dumping buckets full of love in my head…
Art by Rafal Olbinski.
Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.
The poetic trip that one takes
is looking at the moon
in laughter
through the palms
of the palm tree.
And the Orion constellation
shimmering stars down
engulfs you in light.
I stop in thought
of a better place
As the trails of stars are reminders…
The poetic trip is
When you find the air
that smells like cypresses and wild withered flowers
and the golden breeze fretting secrets
that we only know.
This poem has become a bespoke present for a beautiful person.
