It is quite difficult to see
over the hills
or even behind the curtains
rather difficult to open one's eyes
in the morning
when the sun hasn't risen yet
but easy to keep walking
to a familiar direction
not breaking the routines.
I hadn’t remembered how relaxing it is to go to the museum. Watching the story in the paintings and letting it touch. Thank you Aimo Kanerva.
Desperately I’ve been looking for places with a view to the horizon. And there are days when I find it. And those are the glad ones.
I could spend ours at seaside. Watching the nature, listening to the sounds of birds and waves. Needing only tea.
Do buds in our life open because of what we do, or in spite of it?
Let’s set a goal. It would be to meditate daily. But since that is quite far away, let’s begin with something easier: three times a week either yoga or zazen. Could you do it?
Winter solstice is behind our backs. We are halfway out of the dark. Hope increases with light.
A slight change in routines may result in appearance of unforeseen creatures.
Waking up remembering thoroughly the last dream. Feeling how it's fading away. Actively memorizing the crucial points of the dream. And then - trying to figure out what I am trying to tell myself. Desperately.
Often life seems complicated. Then one must try to find beauty in the complexity. Repeating patterns, random details or funny coincidences. They are there.
Regular human comprehension is rather shallow. What we see and think is merely the surface. Just ripples on the water. Is there a way to get deeper?
Six decades ago even the rock scratchers had both artistic talent and patience. Hurray for Waldemar and Kaarina!
There are lots of funny things around. The skill is to notice them. Even in people and society.
A walk in the forest is a refreshing experience. But be careful not to stare at the devastation areas caused by forest industry for too long. Concentrate on the beauty of unspoiled nature.
Many names it has. Serenity, tranquility, peace, calmness. And many faces. Here’s one of them.
We quarrel on this and that, but in critical circumstances it always comes to the question:
where were you when the shit hit the fan?
Let's hope you were around doing something useful. Anything. And not being one of those self-centred non-entities.
The thrill of wood burning in the fireplace is as old as human civilisation. Lighting the fire is participating in ancient routines, and staring at it is pure meditation. Not to mention frying sausage on it.
Mist covers views so often. But future is different. Usually it’s totally out of sight. Only on rare occasions of intuition it’s only misty.
Mind reflects the surroundings. So cleaning up the house and garage builds basis for meditation. It’s an easy task but yet necessary.
cleaning up the garage
Meditation itself requires more effort. And we need all the help we can get.
In April the snow is bound to melt sooner or later. On this spot there’ll be sailing boats that are being loaded with all the necessary equipment from winter stores. Oh, the hope.
A visit to a pizzeria can an aesthetic experience. The roundness of pizza reminds of peace of mind and the balanced aroma of art.