X-mas, santa and all carols, not to forget the sweets and all the food, prepared and eaten as if we were bears just before the long winter sleep, but we are not bears and it ´s time to get back to reality.
I love that my gifts from santa were for me and just me :) this is an amazing café Presso with heat function in a cordless base that you can move and plug in like this next to the computer or in a lazy morning next to bed to always enjoy hot coffee ...
Just came home from a 40 minute walk in the fantastic winter wonderland where all kids smile as they ride down-hill on their Christmas gifts. For me I am trying to walk away a month of unhealthy living, a never-ending cold and as always when a intense episode is coming to its end, or rather I am putting an end to it, the well-known state of mind appears, even though it not any longer strikes me with surprise it is still not a pleasant, neither easy to deal with. The panic attack has been scratching the surface for a while now and as so many times before I have pushed it back. Today when walking along the riverside I suddenly asked my self why we do it, why do we sacrifice our selves?
Take such a dramatic example as love, why do we give in for the feeling? It is not love we feel when we so rapidly “ fall for someone” it is passion that we seek isn´t ? and what does that tell about our selves ? I don’t argue for people to nor be lovable or to stop loving but maybe we need to re-consider the meaning of love. The other night when painting a piece for my brother I suddenly realised that not to have anyone to give love to hurts! And not to be able to receive love also hurts! I thought of an old boyfriend of mine and his mom´s extreme love for animals and lack of showing her family her love. She found a way, other give birth to children in order to secure this need, or dive in to work or voluntary services. Just when writing this I realize that this is not a new thought on my mind, an old monk in India, told me that he feel sorry for westerners who have such a hard time to show love and he were convinced that all this fuzz about dogs in our part of the world is the proof of this. We can’t just see and feel all the love around us, in every piece and person, we have to concentrate it, give it a direction, force it into a form, and we demand an answer. Earlier this morning I read in my current book: Shantaram, and I got stuck at a line where the main character is stuck in a war when he at one point look back and says that love isn’t something we receive but something we give .
Maybe we also in all this has to give love to our selves, break-up with our Lutheran punishment view of life, and forgive our selves in the sense of accepting our selves as humans, see the beauty in that and stop reaching for turning our selves into robots.
Something that got me thinking of my life, how do I want it to be, what actors shall be in my movie; where do I want to shoot it and what do I want to say with the manuscript? This made me re-consider putting together a new years pledge, something I haven’t done for many years.
But now I will enter into a closer challenge, I simply cant get my hair other than straight, no matter what fancy products i use, my sister her boyfriend and my brother hence gave me this, the one you possibly can´t fail with, I just say prove it Babyliss i-curl...
