Friday, July 22, 2011

Just an Ant´s Dream

In a long forgotten land, between mountains of glass and metal lived Maila the ant. She was just your regular ant with dreams and hopes, with fears and doubts:
   "I wish I could have seen the green forest our queen talks about!"
   "Maybe the winter will be not so hard this year"
   "Maybe I should start my own colony... Ah but who would follow me? Would I even be a good queen? The queen we have now is so wise; I could never be as good as she is."
   "Our forest is so dangerous... I hear Mino and Mazi didn´t come back from gathering yesterday. You hear these types of stories more and more often these days. They had found a good sugar source a few days ago. Everyone used to be so proud of them... poor guys... Miko sais they might have been sucked in by the great metal monster, they always show up where the food is..."
That´s how she went about her busy day...gathering, working, cleaning, feeding the young...and at the same time thinking the same thoughts, day in and day out. Every day was the same... until she realized 45 days already passed...
   "45 days... I have only 45 left....half way through... What for? Why do I do it all for?" she felt suddenly sick.
Her small brain didn´t reply to her questions anymore... it was quiet... the noises started to faint around her, her vision lost focus...
She must have stared into space for a long time, but she got the answer she was seeking... it was the same as before...only this time, since her mind was still, she could finally hear it... Her dream was always there, but the picture only started to take form out of the silence of her thoughts.
That night she packed a few leaves and said goodbye to everyone. With tears in their eyes they asked her where she is going. She wanted to tell them but she knew they would not understand, so she kept quiet.
   "Far, she said! There is someone I have to meet. I will see you all when you get there."
   "What do you mean?? We are not going anywhere", they answered.
   "We all get there" she said, waved and started on her journey. 
Maila left to find the picture that had been burned in her mind from the beginning of time.

~by Kami
If an ant can do it...

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Thoughts Are Things

I hold it true that thoughts are things
They´re endowed with bodies
and breath and wings:
And what we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call out secret thought
Speeds forth to earth´s remotest spot
Leaving the blessing or it´s woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.

We build our future, thought by thought
For good or ill, yet know it not.
Yet so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate;
Choose then thy destiny and wait,
For love brings love and hate brings hate.

by Henry Van Dyke

Sunday, October 18, 2009

A Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime?

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or
a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you
will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is
usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have
come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you
with guidance and support, to aid you physically,
emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a
godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason
you need them to be.

Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an
inconvenient time, this person will say or do something
to bring the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.

What we must realise is that our need has been met, our
desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you
sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON . . .
Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount
of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things
you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the
person, and put what you have learned to use in all
other relationships and areas of your life. It is said
that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Author Unknown

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Being a woman

I got inspired by a dear friend’s blog... and started wondering what it means for me to be a woman. Here is what I came up with:

For me being a woman means being the moon in a men's life. Shining steadily on his life sky, sometimes hidden by the power of the sun, she is waiting patiently for her time to shine... and have no doubt, it always does :)
She is always there to soothe and heal the wounds of the hero, for part of her has always been a shaman of wellness, may it be through words, touch, intoxicating passion or a warm homespun bowl of soup. For being a woman is mostly about love, a love that knows no limits, a love as deep and as wide as the ocean, a never-ending, everlasting love...
Tolerance and respect for every living being is something that should blossom in the soul of every woman... for she is the spring of life and therefore she understands that which every mother feels no matter what colour or creed her child is bearing.
A woman knows that everything she desires starts inside her soul, she knows to respect herself first so that others will do so too, she knows herself so that in doing so she may know others.
She protects what needs protecting and offers unlimited freedom to the birds that need to fly. She has a smile that can melt the coldest ice and arms so wide that you can fit the whole world at her bosom. Her tears are worth more than diamonds and, be it for joy or sadness, the colours of her soul are always reflected in them.
But most of all a woman is herself... undefined by social or cultural expectations, she trusts her instinct to do and be what she is.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Thank you!

Thank you God!

For making me a mortal
... so I can live every moment like it was my last;
For giving me five senses
... plus an intuition to complete them.

Thank you Silence!

For every begining
... which is dorment within you;
For being there
... when thoughts run wild and words are unnecessary;

Thank you Chaos!

For everything that goes wrong
... in order to go right;
For the diversity
... that makes everything new and worth addapting to.

Than you Universe!

For your laws
... that teach me how to walk safely on the paths of life;
For the abundance
... that sprouts in every grain of sand so it can blossom into a new life.

Thank you Love!

For being the sunshine
... of my every waking day;
For wrapping your arms around me
... soothing my wounds and silencing my mind.

Thank you for my Belief!

For giving me the fuel to move forward
... when nothing else is left and my body is dry.
For being the moon
... when the sun is sleeping and my path is clouded by the night.

by Kami

Friday, August 7, 2009


My dear friends I am back in business... or should I say blog life :))
It has been a period of radical change in my life, I made some decisions that I have been putting off.
And here I am, breaking the boundaries of comfort, living in Germany, a country in which I can't speak the language (yet).
Life is green and peaceful here, the air is clean, everything seems to be in perfect order (though bureaucracy is as bad as in Romania), the bus driver is smiling and Germans are garden maniacs.

What I can say is that following your heart makes you happier than most thorough planning.
So here I am in a wonderful mood basking in the sunlight and being thankful for my wonderful friends and the richness they have brought to my life, and for all the things we take for granted...
like the internet and the technology which keeps me in touch with you and my family and so much more... Hope you'll have fun with this :)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Remind yourself every day...

Some things are worth remembering...

‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so?

You are a child of God, small games do not work in this world. For those around us to feel peace, it is not example to make ourselves small. We were born to express the glory of god that lives in us. It is not in some of us, it is in all of us. While we allow our light to shine, we unconsciously give permission for others to do the same. When we liberate ourselves from our own fears, simply our presence may liberate others.’

- Marianne Williamson

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Because I Love You

My soul mate, my friend, my parent,
The one I barely saw while I was running to catch the bus,
The ones that have shared wisdom and advice with me,
Those that have given their shoulder for me to cry on,
Those that I once disliked because I didn't understand myself,
The ones that I have shared misfortunes and immense joy with,
The friends I lost track of, the ones I have just found...
The old lady that was selling buttons in the subway
To all the ones I did not mention, to those I didn't meet
Or will never get the chance to...
This is my gift for you...

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Reteta pentru suflet

Simt in piept... noduri inexplicabile, fara esenta si gust,

Credinte si ganduri ruginite intepenite in cotloane de suflet.


Las apa cristalina sa se reverse in cutia toracica
Valuri imense cu poale de spuma bolborosesc, susurand
In sufletul meu volane zglobii si vesele soptesc

Despre viata si iubire,

De cantec albastru si de nemurire.
Frunze crude imi cresc printre tendoanele inimii

Flori albe si rosii mi se rostogolesc stralucitoare prin vene.

In maini imi apar fructe zemoase si dulci...
Natura renaste ca o primavara tarzie in sufletul meu.

Asa ma joc eu cu gandurile si starile negative ^-^ Mai multe solutii puteti gasi pe blogul lui Mugur.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Suflet dezbracat

De cateva saptamani sunt obsedata aproape de aceasta melodie dar mai ales de versurile ei... Cuvintele se transforma si se rumenesc in varta inimii mele incercand sa prinda o forma, am simtit ca ea atinge fiecare fibra a mea si totusi ceva imi scapa. Acum stiu, iar inima mea este libera sa zboare, aripile ei se pot intinde atingand orizonturile din cele doua zari, bratele mele se pot deschide pentru a cuprinde lumea si in ia, viata... gandurile mele se pot odihni in liniste.

In vinerea mare versurile au prins noi semnificatii... pe care sunt sigura ca le veti vedea si voi ascunse printre cuvinte.

Si totusi, de ce ii sacrificam pe cei cu suflete mari si calde? De ce ii ranim/rastignim pe cei care ofera iubire mai presus de orice, pe cei care isi deschid sufletele in fata noastra? Pe cei care umbla "goi" fara masti si fara armuri? Oare a devenit purtarea de haine si de machiaj o cerinta sociala si pentru suflet si atunci simtim ca trebuie sa ii responsabilizam si pe ei sa se "imbrace"? Sau poate ca ne doare vazandu-le puritatea pentru ca ne aminteste de propria inima care tanjeste...

"Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none, left but the last one, free, unhesitatingly."

De ce ne sacrificam frumusetea si bogatia propriului suflet? De ce il lasam sa moara pentru lucruri marunte, asa cum descria mult prea bine Leo in ultima ei postare? De ce lasam vocea Criticului sa ne ucida visele si sa le lase sa moara? De ce alegem sa murim putin cate putin, cand putem iubi din ce in ce mai mult? Ce ne impiedica ne aratam pentru ceea ce suntem? Nu vrem sa fim rastigniti de catre ceilalti?! Poate ca nu s-ar intampla daca si noi la randul nostru am inceta sa ii ranim pe cei cu inimi de aur.Tocmai pentru ca stim ca ei vin la noi cu bratele deschise si pieptul dezgolit vom alege sa lasam sulita jos si sa ii imbratisam, sa sa ii tinem de mana sau macar sa ne in indreptam sulita in alta directie si sa ne continuam drumul nostru razboinic, daca asta e tot ce putem face....

I can't help but wonder...

"Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home."

P.S. Gabitzu aceasta postare este pentru sufletul tau care merita sa fie iubit si apreciat pentru adevarata lui stralucire si pentru sufletul nostru al tuturor care merita sa fie liber si sa iubeasca indiferent de circumstante. Pentru ca iubirea schimba totul!