Just a word or two...
26.04.2006., srijeda
How old is your inner child?
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Unutarnji dijalog, unutarnji kritičar i konflikti Unutarnje dijete kao ranjeni, nezreli aspekt svake osobe. Unutarnji dijalog kao odnos sa samim sobom, te kao replika odnosa između naših roditelja i nas. Unutarnji kritičar kao internaliziranje (pounutarnjenje) roditeljskih glasova (postali su "dio nas"). Konflikt kao rascjep u ličnosti, identitetu. Izvor unutarnjih konflikata i njihovo podrijetlo u obiteljskim odnosima. Kako pomiriti suprotnosti u sebi i ujediniti polaritete u sebi? Naše unutarnje dijete često je privučeno okolnostima ili vrsti osobe za koje je naučilo da za njega znače ljubav. Možda ste kao dijete naučili izjednačavati ljubav s borbom, ovisnošću, strahom, pa čak i usamljenošću. Možda ste zaključili da je ljubav nedostupna, da je ne zaslužujete, ili da je zaslužujete samo ako žrtvujete svoju istinsku ličnost i svoje potrebe... Neki ljudi, izmoreni ponavljanjem istih obrazaca, ili čak još u djetinjstvu, zaključe da je bolje biti sami nego riskirati da budu povrijeđeni - ili se nadaju da će se izvanjske okolnosti promijeniti bez da se moraju suočiti sa unutarnjim obrascima. No na taj način odriču se i mogućnosti za prelijepa iskustva ljubavi, povjerenja i intimnosti s drugom osobom, te za ubrzani rast i razvoj koje omogućava intimni odnos. Jeste li primijetili kako, kad ste zaljubljeni u neku osobu, nakon nekog vremena svaki prolaznik koji vas po nekom detalju podsjeti na nju privuče vašu pažnju i izazove emocije? Naš um voli povezivati asocijacije, a naše unutarnje dijete traži okolnosti i osobine partnera za koje je zaključilo da su povezane s ljubavlju. --------------većinu što sam do sad napisala sam copy/pasteala. jer ne znam kako bi ja to interpretirala. ali, osobno smatram da je bolje imati to dijete u sebi i nikada potpuno odrasti. dijeca žive u čarobnom svijetu mašte i čarolije, kojeg nam odrasli s vremenom uzmu. koliko od vas je imalo dok ste bili mali imaginary frienda,makar ga vidjeli ili ne? ja sam čak pričala s plišanim igračkama..i još to radim. ima toliko stvari koje nad vesele dok smo mali. a premali smo da uviđamo probleme,pa nas jedino zabrinjava dali smo se najeli, i naspavali i di je ona moja najdraža igračka. uvijek sam htijela odletit s petrom panom u nigdjezemsku gdje nikad ne bi odrasla! o tome sam mogla sanjariti dan i noć! ipak,moj inner child se javlja i kao razmaženo derište koje kad ne vidi drugi izlaz cendra.morat ću poraditi na tom...  djeca su osjetljivija od odraslih, i više imaju osjećaj suosjećanja. nisu još pokvarena,kakvima će većina nastati kad će početi razmišljati u današnjim,materijalnim uvjetima. moj tatek je još uvijek jedno veliko dijete,uvijek spremno za šalu,veselje.... ja ga puno volim,fakat se nadam da neću postati stara grozničava baba koja stalno zanovijeta. bilo kako bilo,ja ne želim odrasti.a bliži mi se rođendan.uskoro ću zakoračiti u svijet odraslih! wish me luck over there!  |
22.04.2006., subota
...slinava ljubav...iliti SLJUBAV!
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Shiver for me girl Deliver for me my darling Pushin' up to you A river that runs right thru you Swim for your smile In a blue rock quarry Make it for me baby You won't be sorry Shiver for me now Deliver for me my darling Miles and miles of nether worlds I roam Settle for love you're never far from home Carry me down into the waters of Carry me down into the waters of love Two of us were made of angel's dust I've been around But not around enough Shadow my free form A woman that I could keep warm Quiver for me girl Give me you head and shoulders Shot from the pages of love and glory Sleeping next to you and I'm in your story Shadow my free form A woman that I could keep warm Miles and miles of nether worlds I roam Settle for love I'm never far from home Carry me down into the waters of Carry me down into the waters of love Two of us were made of angel's dust I've been around But not around enough Let's go I know I make it for two Intuitions's only what you take from it I know, I make it for two You were there and I was fortunate I know I make it for two Beast ivied apart of genie and all be fun for you I know i make it for two I make it for two I make it for two and Shiver for me now Deliever for me my darling A living that I could Be giving to you my sweet love Swim for your smile In a blue rock quarry Make it for me baby You won't be sorry Shot from the pages of Love and glory Sleeping next to you And I'm in your dream Settle for love Settle for love Settle for love ...the visions of humanity are growing inside of me... will you help me make them true?... do you remember? and the bitter sweet tears of love which flowed with no reason? and the pure love we had...and still have? in the warm bed by your side...oh, I wish we could stay like that forever!  |
16.04.2006., nedjelja
Cemetery
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I'm walking, slowly, through the dead-men's home, I'm walking, all alone. The expression of my face has changed, The feelings have clearly rearranged. The dark side of my heart has reappeared, Every single smile has been killed. Once again, sadness is my friend, While I walk through that peaceful land, Silence is the only company I've got Along with the thoughts I've brought. Not so long ago, it was beautiful, it was nice, Maybe I'm selfish, but I want it twice. My soul craves for something more, It wants to find the other world door, Get out of this horrid place, Not think about the past face. I'm suffocating in my sorrow, I'm remembering yesterday, and thinking about tomorrow. A lot was lost, a lot will be found, For, in the end, all will lie in this sacred ground. And so, I walk on, step by step, Through this grave-yard I quietly tap.  |
05.04.2006., srijeda
just my imagination...
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The water is running, hot, boiling, it's evaporating through the cold air, slowly creating a light mist. The window is blurry; so are my thoughts. I look myself in the mirror, I see nothing but a silhouete. I disappeared, I'm gone, lost between here and the land far, far away, where time holds still and the pure music breeds the air carried around by the warm breeze. It is felt everywhere, in every whisper, every leaf, every ray of Sun, swimming in the water, living with creatures. There are no words for rage,hate or anger, in that world. Nature becomes human, and a person becomes a part of the nature. With no difference they melt together, they are one, free and careless, enjoying what is given to them; the gift of birth, life, death. I wish for that land, peaceful, joyful. The running water reminds me that I'm not there. I'm here, in uninviting world, choking in the wet air, crying with the water drops on the walls. And I can only dream. And wish...  p.s. dobila sam cucka! p.s.s.obećah-oftza,nije ono bio napad.volim ja tebe.da.to sam obećala. ugl pozdrav |
