Inspired by: tylluanpenry
and Gardening with nature spirits Part 2
Cheers, Tyllian

My grandma was a character! Quite a contradictory one, too: on one hand, a doctor of medicine, very skeptical, all "proofs and data and figures", "this is incurable", "that is the case of..." (and nothing else). But on the other hand she was a pagan like no other!

We used to go to the woods to pick up mushrooms and berries (there are lots of woods in Siberia and she used to greet the forest aloud: "Hello, dear forest, here we are again, how have you been? going to look for mushrooms, please be nice and give us some! We promise not to do you any damage, and if we still unwantedly do it then we are sorry!" Then she would go ahead and sometimes was actually telling the forest off: "Now, now, you are not very generous today, are you? Come on, be a good forest, it is not too much that we are asking for!"
(When we go to look for mushrooms here in Catalunya I always invite her in my thoughts and I am sure she is with us! But I think she likes Ed almost more than me cos it's almost always him who has more trophies in the end )

Not only that, she used to talk to her things, like, the sofa, pots, pans... they were all very old but they did serve her and didn't break - because she was like: "Thank you, thank you, you've stayed with me for so long, you've served me so well - please carry on a bit more?". She had some geraniums on the window sill, and it was the same story: "My dear children, I love you, you are so beautiful..." and she had a jungle of them! They grew like a meter tall, or more! Her neighbours had potplants, mainly, geraniums, too, but I never saw them of THAT size!

Now, how did these two tendencies combine in her? "I don't believe it because there is no known law of physics explaining this hence it doesn't exist" - and "be nice to the world around you, and you'll get the same in return"- what law of physics explains THAT?
"I don't know... it's a mystery..." (Shakespeare in Love)

Inspired by Redflaw

Redflaw tells me "you are truly romantic as a Slav you are..."
Thanks for your opinion, Redflaw, it's nice
Are all the Slavs romantic?

What's "romantic" anyway?
Wikipedia (Wiktionary):

Adjective
romantic

Concerned with, or conducive to, romance and love.
Their kiss started casually, but it slowly turned romantic.
Idealistic yet impractical.
Marry sighed, knowing her ideals were far too romantic to work in reality.
(Of art Passionate and imaginative rather than structured.

Synonyms
(concerned with romance): non-platonic

Derived terms
romantically
Retrieved from "http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/romantic"

Is this it?
I invite you!
Let's define "romantic"!

I am going to catch the train, back in two days.
Have a good time

40-days-before-bday crisis over!

I think that yesterday I felt my birthday having come for the first time ever.
Technically, it is today - 18th of August, 0:20 am. But due to the time difference, while here in Spain it was still the 17th, in Siberia, where I was born, the 18th already came.

About 7 pm I was sitting on the terrace staring at the pool and suddenly - whoosh! as if my eyes had opened and I saw everything for the first time! "Wow, look at that... the sky, the trees, the birds... something blue and playing... the water? Wonderful!" I was suddenly full of love and very curious. "Hm... - I thought. - I've just been born!" (it was probably exactly 0:20 am in Siberia).

So, I am born again! cool!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Zl9puhwiyw

cheers to inspiration

Every time you look at the floor beneath your feet you are, in fact, looking at a star that you will see next night!

I've discovered that the Bloglanders (at least those dwelling on this site) are actually nice people! Friendly, approachable and generally cool. They care about each other and support each other even if they don't always agree. Even if they pick on something it is rather ironic than sarcastic. I had a look at a few blogs and it seems a proven fact. Or maybe I was just lucky to get in the right blogs but for me, two coincidencies form a tendency.

I don't know why I kind of expected the people to be cynical, critical and generally nasty? Well, I have rather big teeth - and fangs - too (especially when the Moon is full, aaaaooooouuuuugh...

I guess that when I was thinking on stepping on this unknown territory I was (subconsciously) preparing for a fight. And it turned out there was no need of it! Excellent. Make love, not war... Yeah! Sounds fine to me.

Last night I was getting out of body all the time. I was doing it consciously, too. When Ed does his craniosacral sessions, the patients sometimes say: "Oh my god... I've remembered who I am... I am pure consciousness..." Or: "I have a feeling that all my life had been a nightmare until this very moment - and now I've suddenly woken up from it". Or: "I found my inner peace... and the incredible thing is, that it was there all the time, I just didn't notice it!" Ed says he goes to Zero Point Field (I don't know what it means in therapeutic terms, something like going into the state of absolute stillness. Actually he is reading The Field of Lynne MacTaggard right now: http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~sai/McTag_field.htm). And this is when these things happen.

So in my dream I was trying to do it on my own. Getting out of body and getting back again. I didn't notice any divine revelations. Basically, there was a feeling of general lightness (no weight and more light) and expansion, but can't say anything else. I tried all night thru. Maybe I didn't quite get it. Or didn't quite get "in there".

I'll try again. Ommm...

There is a street cat who comes to our garden to eat and then goes her business. Sometime ago she had four kittens. One of them got hit by a car, but he didn't die immediately. It was a very sad view. So Ed, being a true craneo-sacral therapeutist, "laid his hands" and helped the unfortunate kitten to go. No, he didn't break his neck (in case this has occurred to anybody!) "Laid his hands" meaning touched him very lightly, and the little cat's soul was gone to cats' paradise.
The next day Ed went to our country house (I didn't, I had to go to the city) and told me this. Out of nowhere, a big pure white cat showed up, entered the house (as if he had been living there all his life!), sat on the window sill, purred, rubbed against Ed's legs and was gone.
Ed said: "This was Cats Angel coming to give me thanks on behalf of cats race for helping that kitten". And I believe him - we had never seen a single white cat round there, and especially behaving in such a way!

It's been a while that I feel kind of detached. Can't be bothered about anything. Hardly anybody calls - and I don't really care. I don't feel the need of contact either, can't be bothered to pick up the phone and dial. Maria's on vacations (and her text message was the only one I got last week), Mady's in Paris, Jose Luis in Galicia, Patricia said she would call - not a word for a week, Antonia said "let's see each other before I go to Burgos" - not a word for two weeks, Phil said "let's hook up in the msn" - not a word for 10 days... and I think: "And... so what?" Apathic, really. Couldn't care less. Lara appeared in the msn - great. Yesterday I talked to another friend on the phone for about an hour - fine. But if I didn't have even those limited contacts I wouldn't have died of the thirst of communication either! And that's me, a communicator, a Gemini rising person... Am I being weird or is there some other explanation?

There is a theory that for 40 days (52 according to another version) before birthday a person is kind of preparing to be "born" again. Repeating the cycle. Hence the possible feelings of insecurity, loneliness, isolation etc. Reliving it again. But the date of the birthday is the personal New Year day! Once you are "born" - off you go, new beginnings, new projects, full of strength, "action-action-action!"

It might be true... it's even comforting in some way - "so it's not me who's weird - it's just 40-days-b4-BD crisis, and I've been thru a number of them... Once it's over, it's over"
Anyway, my BDay - my personal NY Day - is soon enough. Let's wait and see what happens.

Has anybody been thru that? Has anybody paid attention to what is happening 40 (52) days before birthday? does anybody want to share the experience?

All sounds emitted by living beings at night are beautiful. However, there is one exception: babies.
(Sey Senagon, Japan, XI century)

(That makes me think of "Transpotting" . Francis Begby: "Armed robbery! I thought this was solid silver but this is fokking garbage!"
Armed robbery it was... ha!
It was night, me and Ed were in a house like one of poshy Dubai villas - with glass sliding doors into the garden. Suddenly a jeep drove up and stopped there, and a typical hindi movie bad guy looked out and asked: "Are you in? Stay there, we gonna rob you..."
Then he came in with two women, waving guns and the whole works. We sat down on the sofa and listened to the whole speech they had to give - it was kind of part of the game. They were waving the guns and pretended to scare us and we were pretending to be afraid, but in fact we were giggling. They asked: "You are not really scared, are you?" We said: "We've seen a lot of movies of this kind, you see..." So they went on like, alright, doesn't matter, where's the money? I told them to take my little hippy bag, thinking: "Damn! I have just got my salary!" But there was no choice, really, once one is in the game, one has to play by its rules... So one woman took the bag, went into the other room and called me. I followed her - and she only took the visit cards that I had there in the bag - hairdressers, travel agency, bull really. And she left the money (well, most of it), the phone, the keys - everything important - in the bag. Strange! Funny thugs... And they were gone.
There was a kid with them, too - a 10- or 12-year-old boy in a wheelchair. I actually thought: "What is this one doing in a company of thugs?" When everybody left, the boy stayed behind and started to cook lunch - what was it, some compensation for the scare we had, or what did it mean? No idea.

My general feeling is: I had this phobia of being robbed, so it happened - and there is no more need to worry. It's already over and done with. Shelve it.

One psychologist (who was it, old good Freud?)said: "If you are afraid of a dark basement, go down there ten times a day! After some time you will be not scared but bored..." And with boredom one can kill almost everything.