Candleday

I took of my spectacles and the dull surroundings became the amazing dance of the colors. The traffic signs vanished from sight, and It looked fine indeed. Even the bloody problems of the road safety look nice in the world of the Fine Art.

what is the use of the most wonderful car in case his gas-tank is empty?

The circumstances test us daily. Thus our response to the life challenge reveals our choice.
Do we talk about love, or love?

We need to answer for ourselves, either we are going to promote just own musing on life, or are we ready to hear indeed our neighbor?

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The thought on what will be picked by you from my posts silences my mournings for the limitations of the jobless disabled. Yet it is hard to talk calm. Just think. I have made the arrangement with the computer master. He will see what is yet possible to repair in my box. So, I will have the renewed “pen” for my writing to you again soon. I think so. the above looks just wonderful. Unfortunately, I had no idea on how I will pay for that favor . The thought on living as the eternal debtor is hard to bear, but I see no way to escape the painful destiny strokes.

I had the trauma in 1974 and my head bones were broken - I had the unforgettable walk on the edge of the death for a long, but was returned to live again. But since then I live as permanently sick and the jobless who fits just for the looking through his window… My situation is even more confusing, because I have no outward signs of any disability and therefore frequently face the wonder in the eyes of other for why do I not help myself by doing what looks as just ABC but beg for the gifts … My life is hard to grasp for the healthy, but do I have any other chance except the begging for your financial support?

I have omitted lots of details for not to share the complaints for my being alive till now. Factually, my needs are the endless and your generosity is only chance for moving further on.

God blesses you for all you will do for to support me. Thank you my dearest for your help to continue my walk through the life. I am eagerly looking forward to your emails and heartily thank you for your trust in me and the miracle to live.

A good many love to talk about the value of human relationships. That’s nice. However, the most are used to talk just with themselves… and thus people regret for others didn’t flame with enthusiasm at listening to them.

Do we need to wonder why does the sense of loneliness (the helplessness) spreads from sea to sea and rapidly expand the territory?

Our lovely bloging too was infected with that disease. Just think, while concern with the link exchange is great, how many are wiling to listen to other?

It is lovely to get the comments. It’s lovely indeed to hear “I love it”, but what does it mean? Can the polite “wow!” substitute the answer to our questions?

The illusions spread out the monologues

While searching for the title, I found a quote:

“If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito.” Betty Reese

Language checker corrects my writings and thus the computer decorates my posts. They look even nice. Just have a look here. However, the beauty hides the truth. My recent posts are just the reprints of the prior works. That’s easily to explain - my computer is switching of : main programs are lost already and the free space for posting is filled up too. I need purchase the credits for the additional space for the posting further but  that’s impossible in my situation. Thus my blogging became the re-posting of my archives.

Language checker makes the posts look nice, but the improved grammar don’t change the truth … the disabled is impotent to live on his own… My financial worries prove my artworks aren’t the light. The truth  humbles and takes of the mask of the Artist.   The above may look like the complaint, but it is not thus - the truth frees me from my illusions and thus my sickness lifts up my eyes to God.

I was happy to discover this post . Epic story was forgotten at the bottom of my archives. However, the text looked worthy remembrance. Thus I’m reprinting it again.

when broken toys of our childhood awake on midnights in fairy tales, they cease being the toys - we welcome them as ourselves.

Why do we need to wait for so long? What does frighten our dreams in our day? What do you think?

once upon a time …

hidden in a shot

I found these pictures in the archives of this blog, and questioned myself “are they worthy the keeping?” What does make the value?

Wow, my today gave me a good shake. I have grasped that while rejoicing at the Words of Inspiration and reading about the Enlightenment that comes from the comprehension of the spirituality, I was talking just about myself (only my own artworks were displayed on this blog). The awareness of the above awakened the thoughts, and thus the appropriate actions were made. I’m happy to put nice theories to practice. My dear, You are welcomed to the new page of the Candleday - to MY DISCOVERIES page.

The memory awakens and releases my present from the lullabies of the past. Thus the gratitude enables to see the beauty everywhere I go and it leads me to the Wonderland. Your click on Welcome to Modus Vivendi will make us the fellow-travelers and open the door into the fairy-story.

Wow, as I started to calculate, I have realized how rich I am. I just lost the number of the smiles of people I had luck to meet with. I am hearing Hi! under my window every single day.

Memory is the magical healer… Love that we are receiving heals us, and the comprehension of the above doubles positive effects hundredfold- the consciousness enables the recognition of personal undeserving of the divine grace and thus the truth awakens. The gratitude challenges us to the sharing of the sunbeam and our humbleness becomes our wings. That’s the blogging. It is the application of the nice theory of the “tolerance” to practice of our daily walk. The tolerance is the application of our nice dreams to the practice of our daily walk. I would say that’s the definition of the art therapy  that blossoms out with the recognition of oneself in other.