Thoughts of the day: Thursday

Dear Diary, Here is my bit for today. Trust me. It happens to the best of us. My initial thought was to turn around and go back home for my mobile (cell phone). However, I was running late already and decided not to do it (Hindsight is a tricky thing. I should have gone home)….

Thoughts of the Day: Monday

Dear Diary, I neglected my Thoughts of the Day project for a whole week. I had my reasons. My gorgeous Ginger passed away. She’s been with us for over 13 years and now she is gone. A whole part of our lives has gone with her. Some of my naivety has gone with her. Now,…

Million Dollar Question: Do I have a right?

Million-Dollar Question for today or for any day of my adult life: DO I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE WEAK? Do I have a right to stop? Do I have a right to think? To feel sorry for myself To cry Do I have a right to wish? To be wanted To be loved Do I?…

Degas… surpisingly

I was talking about ‘countdowns’ the other day, wasn’t I? I was looking for something that would keep me on the task, that would push me on, make me be persistent, responsible and boringly regular… Here is an example of ‘countdown’ I experienced in real life. Degas Exhibition at National Gallery of Victoria is running out….

Only the lonely

When it comes to it, we are all alone. We are up to ourselves. Being social creatures, humans are constantly looking for companionship. We are looking for warmth and support, passion and care, understanding and respect. We are looking to belong, to attach, to grow roots. We are constantly growing and expanding the ‘circle of…

Что мне нашептала Ириска. Часть 1

Что нашептала мне Ириска. Есть у меня в жизни такая рыжая девочка. Инфантик. Она прилетела ко мне из далекого Имбирвилля. Летела долго, путалась, заблуждалась, почти терялась, почти возвращалась. Но долетела. Долетела в коробке с опилками. Прилетела вся такая даже не помятая. Рыжая. Счастливая. Смешная. Малюсенькая совсем. На ладошке уместится. Но все при ней. И юбочка,…