strength

like the strength of a flower, pushing up through the earth
like the strength of the rain, soaking into the ground
like the strength of a fish, swimming against the flow
like the strength of the sun, melting the winter snow
like the strength of a bird, flying into the wind
like the strength of the wind, lifting the desert sand
like the strength of the tide, shaping the rocks and land
like the strength of the ice, carving the mountainside
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how wonderful this world
a fragment of a fiery sun
how wonderful this life
how fragile and how bold

(a fragment from iona's "circling hour")..

tulip genocide

this is not what they call it. It's disguised with another name (as often with genocides). They call it an International women's day! and if you are a guy, you're supposed to run down to a flower place first thing in the morning and get flowers for your women. And do you know what is the funniest? that they REALLY do it. I saw a few guys this morning going to the church, half asleep, either cueing up to get a bunch or proudly marching back with few. They must be relieved that it's on Sunday this year.. means they must spend money only on family women, otherwise it involves all their colleagues etc. I must say that it's more common among Russian people. Latvians are just too good with always finding excuses for staying out of things. However, it is common to choose spring flowers. TULIPS! people, save the tulips! there are other flowers in the world too.

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Am struggling with writing anything that could be labeled as plagiarism. In fact, I am adding references to my own thoughts. Or you can't be sure that they are your own. The concept of intertextuality, one thing inspiring another. However, while nothing is coming out, I try to stuff myself up with things, so that eventually something would have to come out (NOT LITERALLY!). S0 I've seen a few films: Water (indian), I've loved you so long (french) and The boy in striped pj's (uk and usa) and cried watching all of them! how did we, humans, get so twisted??! I suggest you watch the films if you can.. in places I wanted more authenticity, but it still gets the message across very well.

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fourlegs sends furry greetings while busy hypnotizing the door, which keeps her away from a newly found friend, another cat! (she's got social life now!) may be i should hypnotize my thesis' outline and everything else would suddenly appear (like flesh on bones and come alive!). I'll try. Keep you posted. And remember. Save the tulips.

it's a girl!!

it's a little girl! a little hypothesis! after ten days of hard and complicated labor, it is my joy to announce that today, at 9.06pm she finally came into this world. She consists of 8 words and they are all beautiful. She is beautiful (and looks like me). The baby is feeling well (lined paper and blue ink bring stability to life!) Not sure about the mum. She's over the moon!.. must wait til she comes back and ask...

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PS: ok, people, better listen to this- I HAVE A WHOLE PLAN! what did I say about one movement leading to another!! yey!!!

academic reshuffle

I feel terribly stuck. It’s a terrible feeling. Actually just the sound of the word t-e-rrrr-i-bbbb-l-e expresses it all! Some words are like that. And I like that! A terrrr..and a ribbble.. my brain is a ribble! It’s been ribbling on for about ten days (and nights) now.. and i’m suspicious that some smoke that I judge to be coming from the fireplace, actually comes from my brain.

I only need a little hypothesis. The smallest. The tiniest ever. The most humble. And modest one. But I can’t find it. It’s that horrible feeling (horrrrr...and ribbble!) like when you forget a word and become oblivious to the glory of this world and dig through your IQ layers until you have found it again! It’s right there.. on the edge of my brain fissures.. among the brain wrinkles (like no other wrinkles).. on the tip of my tongue.. and i must surf through centuries and scientists and philosophers and theories and achievements , feeble attempts and biographies.. to find something that’s on my own tongue! to spot it, to watch it, to grasp it and chew it.. and arghh, she's not the one!

I reshuffle pieces, try new combinations, leaf through observations. Scholars' conversations, and I am stuck! Stuck sounds so short..and quick. Before you see it you don’t see it. Reshuffle pieces, find edges. I did. And sent them to my supervisor. And she didn’t write back for ever. And two more days. Sarah’s theory was that I had given her a heart attack! But I had not. Or not yet. Because she just wrote back to say she can not open the document (God must love her very much to save from my academic ideas! i hope she knows it) It’s a standard Word. The simplest thing. A standard word. Is not good enough. Reshuffle. I believe that one movement leads to another. See solitaire. Even if it’s a silly blog entry. It might move something in the heap. Or reshuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle again. ...or, start a new game?

not a facebook quiz!

completing this test, I thought- phewww! how good that none of the "3 color" guys wrote the Shack, otherwise all the splendid color descriptions would be reduced to red, green and blue!!

anyway, if you're interested in finding out how you relate to God best (there are eight types of spirituality), this is worth spending some time on. Instructions and info are on the site. And, as I already warned, this is NOT a facebook test with ten questions.. a bit more than ten!

i ended up being sensuous and mystical (what a surprise..) and you?