Imprisoned

In anger we slam the doors so loud that it echoes many years down the road;
we put a lock that no one can find a key to it, we remain the captives of our own offense and hurt.

Liberty

There is liberty in being honest, when we face the world without the pretense. Most of the time our culture and experiences teach us the tricks and we lose our true selves, in a race of competing with others, in longing to be accepted.

We cant always afford ourselves to be just what we are, and we often get stingy to offer grace to others. There is that place for the change, when we have to learn new things, when we have to improve the things we already learnt, and always we have to strive for the better - but honesty should not be our price.

Honesty is not only to tell the truth about our feelings and matters of life - it is also a defining position from where I stand equal without demeaning the other and say that she had failed me but there is another chance, it is not finished, there is always hope, there is always spring after the cold winter. It is also ability to accept my own failure, to mend the broken trust and bare the consequences.

Life waived in with honesty is liberating, I don't have to be frightened that I might loose my step and get confounded by the puzzle I have created. I walk and breath freely, when I remember the three core-values: love, honesty and forgiveness.

Ears That Hear

We all need someone in our life who can listen to our story, some days we are ready to tell our story to a wall. The deep desire is more than just narrating to a person; we look for compassion, understanding and acceptance. We also look for a companion on our journey, and some lucky of us find it in our spouse, who is both a friend and a partner, who can hear our heart, who is strong and able to stand with us when we are weak and fearful.

May we never find ourselves so lonely that we have to talk to a wall.

Leave it

Let's keep it as it is. Now.

Like the river that froze under the layer of ice, let us leave all that we had and built through the years, in trust.

Let us not make things what they have not been, no need to colour leafs once they have fallen.

Let me keep the memory of those good old days, where it all was simple and true.

Let us not give life to words that might hurt of things that no longer matter, we each have our way to go, our life to live.

Nothing will take away thankfulness for the things that you have given, for the things you have taught, for the time you have invested, for the faith you had and shared, for the kindness you showed, for the patience ...

I don't hold you or anything against you. You are free. I know you are in good hands and it makes me happy.

There is no wisdom without humility, and humility comes with brokenness, if we allow.

The Last Flower Walk

The road was blocked with the people - most were the guests and relatives with the sullen faces, who threw the flowers on the ground and directed the traffic. Others were people from the street, strangers, gapers, shopkeepers and residents like me, who came up close to the road to say the farewell to a stranger. I even don't know if it was a man, a youth, or a mother.

India is a very colorfull, many-sided, a country of contrasts, cheer, sounds and smells.
If it is not a Hindu festival, a marked Muslim holiday or a wedding, or a religious procession, most likely it is a funeral with the firecrackers, shouts, drums and a trumpet.
In the noise of the street full of buses, honking auto-rickshaws, bikes and cars, shouting man and drums - my heart found a very short moment of silence, where I pondered on the life and death.

We, as a human race, may represent different political views, religious beliefs and practices, may have very opposite perspectives on life and how things should work - but these two- life and death - are the two constants that will always keep us so similar, and so human.
This diseased stranger was carried on a truck, completely covered with hundreds of flowers, with a toll flower frame over the body, that touched the electric wires on the streets and became the cause of the traffic jam.

I don't know the story of the stranger, nor the cause of his death, but I said good-bye for his last walk on this earth.

I turned back to return to the yard of our Petra Park residence. Life kept going. The gardener worked on his lawns. The guard watched the gate. Kids were running. I was sure that very moment a new child was born into the world. I prayed and walked with my baby, holding him tight to my chest. I will long remember the strong aroma of the flowers that surrounded the 'dead life' and I wished that my life was marked with goodness; goodness towards others, understanding and forgiveness.

The Dates that Fade Away

The old list of birthdays fades away in my memory, and I mark new dates to celebrate.
People in life change: the new come, the old disappear.

There are certain marks that we all leave behind on each other hearts, some are beautiful and others - hurtful.

As the time erases faces and dates may we leave more beautiful marks and those that hurt be less.

Things About You I like

I like how you pay attention to the details.

I like to see you wake up in the morning and thrilled about life.

People

We get through the toughest of life situations. Because we have to.