It's one week to summer vacation, which gives hope beyond expectations. The time begins to slow down. The trees start to whisper. The paints get anxious in their tubes. And me - I'm feeling finally a bit transparent.
The snow is finally mostly gone, and it's time to rediscover the paths in the forest. And notice things you haven't seen before.
Time seems to run. Often I feel I run out of it. But every now and then I stop to look at it. Carefully inspect it and openly listen to it. Then time slows down. It stretches and bends and twists. And the world seems to be a happier place to live.
By writing short lines
you lie much less
and give room
to thoughts.
By painting
you don't lie at all
and open doors
to unconscious.
So please
do it
while you still
dwell here.
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.