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Opis bloga
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mTn_v08ZJEM


"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering,
known strle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

“Being with him when he died was something I will never forget. His bravery. His happiness. His acceptance. It was a colossal experience for me. Changed my life completely in a way that I had not expected. I expected to feel sad and lost. But I felt the opposite. Just, like, ‘Boy, this is it. This is all we have. Right here. So you’d better pay attention.’”

Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power.
Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget… another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."

Arundhati

“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”

Clarissa Pinkola Estés


“May the sun bring you new energy by day, may the moon softly restore you by night, may the rain wash away your worries, may the breeze blow new strength into your being, may you walk gently through the world and know it’s beauty all the days of your life.”
Apache Blessing


“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

Clementine von Radics





Linkovi
vidrinsmijeh@gmail.com

SarahBernardht
03.02.2020., ponedjeljak
Prerano

Kako nas vole, to je uvijek znak:
upravo tako se volimo.
Mlado i zeleno. Buntovno proljeće.
Zrak plav i jestiv na udisaj.
Hoda do pruge, ko djevojčica.
Pred očima joj ozbiljna faca njene dvogodišnje Helene: nemoj me dirati, hej..
Nemoj me dirati, ti jedno prerano proljeće!
Želi načubiti usta, izreći sve što misli,
a ne pisati glupe poruke, gužvat ih po torbi,
sve da ih se sjeti pročitati u pravom trenu.

Može li sebe bez prestanka voljeti, bez pauze i predaha, bez sustezanja i bez bojazni da će ostati sama?
Može li sebe voljeti onako, direktno, a ne preko drugog čovjeka?

Ima šav od 15 cm. Uz pupak.
Ožiljak je počeo blijediti.
Sporo, sporo. I još boli.
Mislila je tu tetovirati ružicu. U boji. S lišćem.
Ne srami se ožiljka, ali ne želi da je podsjeća.
Da je obilježava odmah i na van.
Da je bilo ko žali.
Ožiljak je i iznutra.
Neka to bude samo noćna mora.
Od dizanja djeteta, dobila je još i bruh.
Sad traži najboljeg vaskularca po bolnicama, mada nerado ide opet pod nož.

Kako nas uvažavaju, to je uvijek znak:
toliko se uvažavamo.
Vidi da je uvažavaju samo djeca, djeca čuju njen glas. Njima ne mora pisati nikakve poruke.
Osjećaju je kožom, pogledom. Ne važu riječi.
Njima ne mora u mraku potiho ponavljati: nemam se na koga osloniti.

Cijeli se život zapravo, bori za uvažavanje.
Pa se onda zadovolji tek tuđom fascinacijom i strašću. Nesmotrenim proljećem.
Ne diraj me, ti prerano proljeće!

Ono što još mora naučiti, stane u njen dlan.
Par crta po život važnih.
Petlja zamršenih odnosa, mreža ljubavna.
I nitko važniji od nata joj na čarapi.

Sebe voljeti i uvažavati. Ne na onaj klinkast, lažno samopouzdan način. Prgavo. Drsko.
Kao samodostatno. Ne.

Zrelo i autentično.
Kako je voli Bog.
Kako bi htjela da je voli
Ljubljeni.


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