A GRAND DAY

The best way TO LIVE THE DAY GRAND and MEANINGFULLY (even without winning a medal, earning a million, climbing the mount Everest, etc.), is to live it permeated WITH LOVE: TO LOVE OTHERS (and EVERYTHING!) and, primary and essentially, TO LET YOURSELF TO BE LOVED!

Author: Kristine Lejina

THE FEATHERS OF MY COLOURFUL THOUGHT-BIRDS

My thoughts are like birds. They're flying and floating around. Some of them - nearby, some of them - far, far away. Some of these birds are colourful, splendid and beautiful, some - greyish and messy. Some's gathering nectare, but some is chasing after useless glittering trash. Some are flying long distances far away courageously and tirelessly.. but some.. some haven't learnt how to fly yet...

Author (text and painting "Feathers of My Colourful Thought-Birds"): Kristine Lejina

LOOKING FOR THE MIRACULOUS

I was looking at the sky, and just like the wind was blowing away the clouds, I was trying to chase away the feeling of TRIVIALITY. Maybe it was the fault of scientists that I was looking at the clouds as at completely explicable phenomenon. Above all, I felt that it wasn't like that..Exactly thereof, I was quietly hoping that somewhere some lump of the cloud took off and just like a cotton candy fell down smoothly and lightly on the bare tree branches like on some pikes..I was desiring to experience the inexplicable to remind me in this ordinary-daily-life and to show (maybe visible just for the-eyes-of-my-heart) that the MIRACULOUS is here with us, alongside, just like the scientifically-explicable..Maybe even MORE..Much, much more..

MORNING-MAGIC

One early morning I was literally running for the Beautiful to meet it in the middle. And I was rewarded with a spiritually enjoyable combination of the still-sleeping-city-rush, the Sunrise's colored red'n'golden surroundings, the lake whispering some secret and seagulls singing their song of freedom..

Author (text&photo): Kristine Lejina

GEOMETRICAL WORLD

I AM A LINE..

Every now and then one or another geometrical figure asks me the question of why I NEVER want to BELONG to anyone or anywhere.

So I reply with a question: "But why don't you want to be in PARALELL with me?"

I've always thought that we are two parallel lines. Besides, closer of further away. But in parallel with each other, so we don't ever intersect, WE NEVER CROSS. 

Two freedoms. Two worlds.

" I don't reject your coexistence, your adjacency, but we do not cross each other." 

TWO PARALLEL LINES.

We have our own parallel truths.

[But what if some geometrical whim suddenly takes over me, and I suddenly want to INCLINE, CROSS, CROOK...And suddenly I know the geometry no longer..]

Author (text&photo): Kristine Lejina

AWAKENING

I truly love how we, human beings, AWAKEN each other more and more [and I am not talking about the waking up in mornings/ waking up from sleeping, because my alarm clock does it, or sometimes, more rarely, my subconsciousness]. :)

Author (text/photo): Kristine Lejina

Outside..to explore

My parents have a new dog for a while now. And I took the dog out to explore the neighbourhood, to have some adventures. I took her by the river. I sat myself down on the half-destroyed boat's one side that was left outside the water, on the shore. I kept silent and pondered some deep thoughts. Even if it wasn't a dog, I wouldn't say anything to that Somebody and I wouldn't share my deep feelings and current impressions, I would rather let that Somebody to run, wade or sit; to catch Somebody's own impressions, feel Somebody's own feelings and to see the things with Somebody's own eyes as the two always felt the same place differently and in another way..

We went forward along some bare raspberry canes that were standing here alone for so long time that they catched my clothes, my gloves with their thorns, insisting me to stay here longer. I could not stay here. We walked forward along some long reeds; few steps were made in the river's water. Here I had to stoop low in order to go through the branches of a fallen tree. In fact I haven't been walking here for many years. And I felt a little uncomfortable as this edge of river, this shore belonged to somebody. But could it possibly belong to anybody? Did we create it to possess it now? ..

..We came to one big fir-tree. It's hanging branches were rustling. It was interaction. The three doesn't rustle itself. The more sharply the wind rushed through the branches, the more the three rustled. It was the interaction that makes something new. Something..

..We walked over one field through the grove of birches to another field. A solitary pond lies there. Some time ago I was standing there on the plank and staring at the greenish water, and it looked like the water was running forward. But it wasn't. It was the wind that was carrying the top layer of the water forward, but the waves were splashing against the shore and they calmed down and sank in pond's own depth, right where the waves emerged from. With a wind the waves moved, but they started in theirselves and they ended in theirselves..

..We walked and we came home.

The dog had taken me out for some adventures...

Author (text&photo): Kristine Lejina

I guess I am thinking even when asleep

     The so called doomsday was here; some sort of light was wandering around the sky and sucking in one human being after another. We were afraid, but getting ready to be the next ones, and still wondering whether and what to take with us, and would it make any sense..Someone out of the bunch said that it won't, because everything There would be much different as it is here. Fooling ourselves that it would be safer, we got closer together (although we are always by ourselves as beings; and even though connected in the very basics, two 'we' or five 'we' doesn't make anything bigger than there already is in the universe), and we waited for our turn to come. And it did. Fear was somewhere in the air..My grandma who believed in God for so many years and who has been praying for so many years, turned to me loking worried, and said that 'we are just like CUPS'; we can be FILLED with any thing that Someone wishes us to be filled with; we can be EMPTIED; we are USED, we can be be BROKEN AT ANY TIME and we can also be POLISHED..
And then we already were in the 'process' and there were some other feelings apart from the fears related with the UNKNOWN. And why were we even assuming that everything is so SAFE, GUARANTEED AND OBVIOUS in general and that something like 'This' could never happen? This was INEXPLICABLE, but so was everything else in the world, although it all seemed HABITUAL, ORDINARY...
Then everything suddenly grew bigger, the trees, the pile of stones, and Someone, looking similar to human being commanded us to JUMP down the pile. And not thinking much, pushing aside the fears, remembering that at some points in my life I already have had to 'jump', I jumped as a pure feeling of RELIANCE rushed through every cell of mine.
Then I woke up..
And as an EMPTY CUP I started to reck and feel EVERYTHING that was going to fill me up at this very moment, today and onwards..Regardless of what it was going to be, I hoped that a small part of it always would be the RELIANCE...and that I never looked at things and happenings in this world as at habitual, obvious and ordinary..

Author (text&photo): Kristine Lejina