Wonder

When one holds a wonder in their palms, it casts a light upon one, too. And one vibrates to the very core so much that there is nothing left to be felt. Or is it actually that one feels everything?! All the love, all the care, all the cuteness, all the hope and beauty of this world.

To all those wonders out there that save us because they act as reminders that we are, first and foremost, beings that feel.

The latest in beauty standards

I recently had some blood tests run. One morning, I went to the lab and I observed to the letter the indications about not eating or drinking something (which is really hard for me to do, because usually I drink a lot of water).

Arrived at the lab, I gave the doctor’s note to the receptionist and then waited for my turn.

A nurse came and invited me into an office. I took the chance and kindly asked her to draw blood only from my right arm because I was still traumatized from the last time when they could not find the vein in my left one.

The nurse agreed quite cheerfully and then she showed the labels with my name to be put on the vials with my blood. She placed the tourniquet just above my elbow and just before starting she told me:

‘Well, I give it to you, that’s a beautiful vein!’ 

The importance of being funny

Yes, funny is important.

I learned that early in life, listening to my mom telling compelling stories.

Back then I had no idea about the meaning of the word compelling. But I did realize that there was something in the way she told the story that made me cherish the experience and constantly looking for her to tell another story (or even the same story because she would tell it so well).

I guess I always tried to replicate my mom’s storytelling skills. And if I think about it better, I guess I experience a lot of joy and take a lot of heart from making others laugh.

Concluding with Carl W. Buehner’s quote, people will forget what you did or say, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Realization

Well, not my realization. But I still am proud. My husband takes care of the plants in the plant pots and they have repaid him.

Let’s rejoice!

 

P.S. And I confirm that the radishes are tasty.

The thought of the day

A cockroach can only be a cockroach. Should you expect something else, you are to blame.

Teach yourself to consider this the next time you’re feeling disappointed by the lack of responsibility, courage, and humanity. It’s like in the keynote presented by Diana Vasile, PhD during EBcon 2021, one needs to consider that split inside of one. Meaning, being hurt and at the same time mending and finding ways to get back at being yourself at normal speed and performance.

 

My adding to it: Just remember, sometimes the best way to heal yourself is to burn bridges with that aggressor. Don’t look back, but do look forward at what you can accomplish.

Doubts

Are you also under the impression that the only certainties we have are actually doubts?!

Doubts that seem to mean more than anything else and appear to hover more over our heads than other ideas.

I overheard someone saying: ‘I make efforts and I take chances, but what if somebody is better than me?!’

 

There will always be somebody better prepared, skittish and knowing what to say at the exact moment. But that should not stop us. 

Actually, I propose a shift in our thinking. What if we already made peace with the thought that our fear will come true? Then we could actually get moving on the thing to be done and not ponder upon what ifs. No hanging about. Just like a bandage that one removes quickly so that it would hurt less.

We honor and read you, master!

Today, we celebrate 99 years since Vlad Musatescu was born. Let’s honor him properly by reading what he wrote, this time a fragment from ‘Approximate Adventures’:

“….

 

‘You will see with your own eyes. I will plunge from the trampoline. From at least fifteen meters. When she realizes the things I am capable of, Fifi will surely surrender.’

‘Wait a minute, I don’t understand.’

‘What, what is it that you don’t understand?’, I asked in an angry voice.

‘What trampoline are you going to plunge from? I don’t see any around.’

‘You are wrong. It is one, and that is the old willow at the bank.’

‘Well, it’s your choice… But what will you get from that poor Fifi, she only has that cheap dress?’

‘You idiot!’, I exclaimed in despair. ‘That’s exactly what I want… The dress!’

….

The main difficulty was not to plunge from the trampoline, but to climb at the top of the willow. Anyway, when I got there, I was so tired and sweaty that my hands slipped on the smooth bark of the tree. And so I performed, without my will, the announced jump.

It was a jump worthy of a champion. An authentic one. I rotated three times in the air, terrified and struggling to regain my trust, but when I hit the level of water I was facing downwards. And down was how I went, diving. In the worst whirl of the brook. And I never came out.

When I woke up to reality, I was laying on the beach, facing upwards. And on my belly there was a hulk of a man pumping up my digestive installation.

 

….”