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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





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SarahBernardht
17.07.2020., petak
Samoočuvanje zaboravom

Pisala sam već o tome, koliko se njezin mozak zaboravom
brani od svih strahota koje je proživjela.
I po ne znam koji put spoznajem, divno je kod našega tijela to samoiscjeljivanje, samoočuvanje,
moguće samo ako nam je još
iz nekog sentimentalnog razloga stalo do života.

- Danas bi nam bila godišnjica braka, velim ja mojoj svekrvi.
- I, jel ti čestita?, pita ona ozbiljno.
Kad je podsjetim da on to nažalost, nije u mogućnosti, jer...
obje prasnemo u nekontroliran smijeh, ko dvije curičke.

Ona sve više ima osjećaj da ne živi ovdje.
Da je tu samo u posjeti.
Kad je podsjetim da je stan njen, da ga je kupila tada i tada sa svojim suprugom, ona ljuto odmahne rukom i kaže:
što je meni bilo da iz Dalmacije dolazim vamo..!
Čitav dan traži ključeve i novce.
Pronađe ih, pa opet zametne. Pa opet traži.
Zaključa nas u sobu, pa skupa premećemo po njenim uspomenama.
Ona naravno, sve vidi zamalo prvi put.

Kad joj kažem da idem doma, pita me začuđeno i dječje:
pa di ćeš, ti tu živiš!
Klinci i ja strpljivo joj ispravljamo percepciju.
Njima je to već posve normalno. Osjećaju se odraslo i važno.
Meni je bolno dirljivo.

Danas je krenula za mnom duž hodnika i prvi put me zagrlila.
Poput izgubljena djeteta.
Rekla mi da sam joj puno pomogla.
I da nitko ne razumije koliko sam divan čovjek.

Sve samo i isključivo zato jer sam rekla da to nije ništa strašno i da je sva sreća da zaboravlja i zato jer smo se danas puno, puno smijale njenom zaboravu.

Ona se plaši svog zaborava.
Ja se bojim mog pretjeranog pamćenja.
Zaborav je blagoslov.
Kao velika dobra ruka koja zaklanja sve.

Zaborav poput analgetika, čuva od većih šteta i zato
svaki dan treba namjerno zaboravljati.
Vježbati to umijeće marljivo.
Pogotovo ako ti nije urođeno.

Dođe li ti sjećanje, zagubi ga poput starih ključeva.
Ništa novo, nikakav odgovor ti neće donijeti.

Biti master of losing something, kak veli Bishopica.
One art.

Ne dramatizirati, pustiti, ne držati se tako grčevito za ljude, stvari i pojave, da nam ne poplave prsti, popucaju kosti, ne zaboli šaka i korijen palca, kao mene što boli već dva mjeseca.
Jer grabim sjećanja. Prizivam. Stišćem ih, pritišćem uz srce.
Hotimice i nehotice.
Grijem se na svom prošlom ljubavnom ludilu.
Ponavljam si što je rekao, kako je rekao, kako me ljubio.
Kao da bez toga ja ne bih bila ja.

I dok neki skoro pa opsesivno pamte pjesmu, suton, datum, riječi, mjesto, pogled, stisak, poljubac, zjenicu..
neki više ne znaju tko ste niti kako se zovete, niti gdje su vas uopće sreli i upoznali.

"Svaki dan je novo ušće.
Poteci kao rečica.
Neka se trnje plete gušće.
Nebo je tvoja prečica."( Đ.B.)


One Art

BY ELIZABETH BISHOP

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.


Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.


Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.


I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.


I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.


—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident

the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.







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