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Nema naslova – pojela ga ptica…

Saturday, May 2nd, 2015

EA me jutros izvukao iz kreveta prije ptica. Poslagujem slova koja bi se trebala pretvoriti u suvisao tekst za najavu ovogodisnjeg Ethnoambienta i svako malo mi se na kratko u glavi pojavi slika G. G. Marquezovog osmijeha (ono sto bi nekima predstavljao Mona Lisin, meni je njegov – znacenje mu se mijenja prema mojem stanju svijesti ; )).

Predugacka je to prica, zasto bas on i njegov osmijeh, ali prati me.

A zasto se sad pojavio? Pospani um izvlaci naizgled nepovezane price glazbenika koji su proteklih godina nastupali na Gradini, izmijesane interpretacije stvarnosti, snova, idealizma… Jesu li moje, njihove ili ih svi zajedno pokupimo iz etera kad se spotaknemo o kamen na Gradini?

Nekad se cini kao paralelni svijet, potpuno neovisan i s vlastitim energetskim pogonom.

U isto vrijeme magican i itekako stvaran…

Tekst o EA jos nije napisan. Sve ostalo je odavno obavljeno (osim sto slijede klasicne molitve za vize)… Marquez se i dalje smijesi iako sam sad na pauzi od potpuno druge vrste zadatka. Otvaram svepovezivajuci prozorcic i oslanjam se na siknronicitet. Tell me… Upisujem Marquezovo ime u Google i kliknem na link u sredini stranice gdje me doceka zapis njegove izjave:

“It always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination, while the truth is that there’s not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality.”

Sad se i ja smijesim. U umu se povezuju cetiri projekta na kojima trenutno radim, naizgled razlicita, a u srzi ista – u isto vrijeme magicna i podjednako stvarna jer “sve je temeljno na (osobnom iskustvu) stvarnosti”.

Za barem jedan od njih, za Ethnoambient, svake godine iznova dobivam dokaze da nisu samo osobno vec i iskustvo nekoliko stotina drugih ljudi, onih koje poznajem i koje prvi put upoznam imenom kad se jave privatnim porukama i e-mailovima nakon festivala.

“Vec je osamnaesti!” ovih dana je najcesca recenica u porukama.

Da. Vec. Koliko jos? Ne znam, valjda dok god nas ima dovoljno da ga zajedno sanjamo i stvaramo.
“Nije do mene.” rekao bi Ivo.

O.K. Sad odoh raditi na onim elementima koji jesu “do mene” i zahtijevaju da im posvetim pozornost i dovoljno vremena. Tekst o EA ili jedan od onih projekata? Pomislim na jedan, pa drugi, pa treci pa cetvrti… Marquezov osmijeh pojavljuje se uz svaki, ali najizrazeniji je na jednome… Masta, a ne razum, odlucuje o najboljem omjeru djelotvornosti i ulozenog vremena ; ). Good start.



 

 

 

 

 

Hvala na osmijehu. : )

 

 

 

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Ethnoambient Salona

Monday, July 21st, 2014

 

Upravo sam otvoreni ruksak okrenula naopako i pustila da sadrzaj isklizi na pod.

Jednostavan nacin ciscenja svega sto je ovih dana ulazilo u ruksak i nakupljalo se jer je vrijeme za odvajanje vaznog i nevaznog bilo koristeno za druge, tada bitnije misli, osjecaje, susrete, dogadjaje. Na vrhu hrpe lezi foto aparat. Drugi put pronadjen. Prosle godine ostavila sam ga na pozornici za vrijeme tonske probe The False Beards jer sam u jednom trenutku primijetila da nesto treba napraviti vezano za njihov nastup i usmjerila svu pozornost na to. Tek desetak minuta prije pocetka koncerta primijetila sam da aparat nije u ruksaku.

Nadjen je na istom mjestu gdje je ostavljen, na rubu pozornice pored koje su tijekom tog vremena prosle stotine posjetitelja festivala Ethnoambient, na putu prema mjestima gdje ce se smjestiti.

Drugi put se isti zaborav dogodio na samom zavrsetku koncerta Kile u petak. Kartica se napunila, novu nisam uspjela odmah naci i izvukla sam mobitel kako bih snimila bendov naklon najljepsoj publici. Pola sata poslije, aparat je stajao na istom kamenu gdje je sam ga u zanosu ostavila. Stotine EA dusa prosle su pored njega. Ljudima ispunjenih srdaca ne pada na pamet uzeti stvarcicu koja je dio ljubavi nekog drugog. Prijatelj me u subotu pita kako mi se moze dogoditi da zaboravim na foto aparat. I on je fotograf i zna da je to prakticki nemoguce. I meni je nemoguce. Osim kad je EA festival u pitanju. Sve u i oko njega u mojem zivotu ima prednost.

Kad god Mojmir, Goran i ja govorimo da Ethnoambient Salona ima posebnu, divnu publiku, pitaju nas neki: a sto to znaci? Znaju osjecati glazbu, odgovaramo. Znaju biti svoji i dopustati drugima isto to, bez prosudjivanja. Znaju vaznost bogatstva raznolikosti, razlicitosti misljenja, osjecaja, ponasanja. Znaju voljeti, dodamo. Moze li se “znati” voljeti ili je to sposobnost otpustanja, odvajanja bitnog od nebitnog u svakome trenutku?

Cinimo sve sto mozemo da i mi i i glazbenici i publika tijekom festivala mozemo upravo tako razlucivati i samo se prepustiti darovima glazbe. Ove smo godine postavili ograde oko prostora gdje su se proteklih godina djeca igrala i skakutala, ne da bismo sprijecili djecu da se razigraju vec da bi njihovi roditelji mogli mirnije duse prisutvovati koncertu i da ne moraju strahovati hoce li netko od njih pasti i ozlijediti se. Djeca su ponovno nasla svoje mjesto, uz opustenije roditelje koji su ovaj put iz prvih redova mogli bezbrizno slusati i gledati koncerte, a da su im djeca na oku.

Iz prikrajka promatram kako se svo to sarenilo dusa promatra osmjesima. Tu i tamo netko pogleda u nebo i osmijeh na licu postane jos veci. Znaju i da, kakve god vremenske okolnosti bile, bit ce o.k. To nije publika koja kuka vec se u svim okolnostima snalazi najbolje sto moze. Oni iskusniji posjetitelji umiruju nove. Bilo je svakakvih okolnosti i svi smo nalazili rijesenja. ( http://blog.dnevnik.hr/oceana/2011/07/1629398949/a-sto-ako.html ). Oni, mi, vi… izblijede definicije i uloge, pretope se u zagrljaje i obnavljanje snage. “Ima li tu zarade?” pitanje je koje se sve rjedje provuce do nas jer nakon 17. godina odustaju i najuporniji u pokusajima da umom shvate nesto sto pripada sferi srca, proslavi zajednistva u raznolikosti, proslavi Zivota.

Bogatstvo koje svi zajedno dobijemo ovisi o pustanju uma da se ispuni prazninom i dopusti srcu da se prosiri bez naucenih definicija. Iznova se otkrivamo. Gradina i mi. Otpustamo i dopustamo.

Meni je najveci izazov prihvatiti da nas iz godine u godinu doceka sve manje biljnog zivota na Gradini. Prohodam etericnu tugu i otpustam da bih uvijek iznova vjezbala fokusiranje i zahvalnost na onome sto postoji. A toga je i dalje u obilju. Vidljivo prelazi u oku nevidljivo, ali je i dalje ondje i pruza mogucnost da jos vise prosirimo sposobnosti nasih osjetila. Ovdje. Tu. Mijenjamo se, rastemo, okupljamo se, dijelimo, sakupljamo i sirimo. Svi zajedno. Nova godina za mene pocinje nakon svakog festivala EA. I ove je godine sjajno pocela; toplinom, uzbudljivom mirnocom, pod zvjezdanim nebom u okruzenju divne EA obitelji. Hvala, Ljubavi.

 

 

 

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On Anita Moorjani’s book “Dying to be me”

Monday, January 7th, 2013

This book is so much more than just a memoir of another cancer survivor or about another NDE life changing event. It may be a very good reminder for any patient / health care worker / therapist on essence of a thorough healing.

 

However, one may also might find this book a useful read whether researching influences of cultural/social environments on life of an individual or looking into various aspects of importance of healthy (open) mind which leads to healthy emotional and physical life.

 

For some (yes, “some”: bearing in mind we are all divinely different in sameness) Anita Moorjani’s book “Dying to be me” may be a reminder of various ways of regaining health or reaching (mind the gap) that bespoken Inner Peace. How about rediscovering deepest, joy-without-a-cause? Letting go of habitual fears? Becoming aware of the freedom to express one’s authentic self?

 

For many it will reveal nothing new (“miraculous healings” that leave certain scientists scratching their heads, happen often, don’t they?), nothing but a… maybe differently inspiring way of understanding illness, dis-ease? For some it may make more sense, for some less.

 

One may even experience that between the lines of Anita’s story there is a sort of an “explanation” of effects of releasing techniques such as EFT and Lester Levenson’s Sedona method. Some may find a deeper meaning and direction of those four questions behind Byron Katie’s Work that is helping many transform their beliefs and thus their lives.

After reading this book one may even make more sense of the dr Hew Len’s “zero point” and Ho’oponopono “cleaning”.

 

Brene Brown may find this book interesting for her further research on shame and authenticity and the consequences of living life in fear.

 

However, none of the above (therapeutic methods and techniques) are mentioned in Anita’s book – she experienced the release of fear and awareness of love, awareness of living in the present moment in her own way, sharing yet another example how sometimes what seems like the biggest tragedy turns out into the most influential turning point in opening up to a fulfilling life.

 

 

Reading this book, some may feel deeper understandings of various ancient scripts (regardless of the religious connection). Some may find a connection with Eckhart Tolle’s reminders on letting go of fearful imaginations of one’s ego.

 

Some, if this book is the first time they encounter such views, may wish to explore more on effects of beliefs (via works of Paul Solomon and Bruce Lipton to David R. Hamilton and many, many more) and some may not see any of these at all and will find something else that will inspire them as this is not a book about laid out “answers” or recipes, it is “just” a story of someone’s experience in shaking off inherited masks and roles and revisiting one’s own authentic essence – origins of that indescribable, expansive, life bearing, omnipresent Love that is quintessence for joie de vivre.

 

Or… Maybe none of the above will be triggered and it may be just an interesting read for one wintery evening.

 

The choice is, as always, wide open.

 

 

And it feels appropriate to add this in this topic: see Lissa Rankins’ talk “Is there scientific proof we can heal ourselves?”

 

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On Revelations (Naked Eye Art Gallery, Brighton & Hove)

Sunday, September 30th, 2012

Sometimes, someone…

Sometimes someone, I or you… we get into a silent circle, alone or in a crowd… to ponder, recuperate, or to just sit still and breathe.

However, staying long in such a position may bring forgetfulness on our true nature – the ability to rise above any challenges…

 

 

…we may forget we have the wings we do not see yet are strengthen by our faith – not any particular religion – just faith in purity of a human heart, belief that the deepest natural state is being at peace and in love.

 

The faith is nurtured in our hearts that is our eyes and ears, our source of communication, all our senses connected in a wide and creative space.

 

It is not about shutting the mind down and running headless around, on contrary, it is about directing the almighty machine to focus on what really matters and then to manifest that what we call dreams yet are just reality in a process of conception or even gestation.

 

Sometimes, someone…

 

I or you… we can just allow ourselves to trust our own goodness, enoughness in isness and…move, in stillness.

p.s. Hover over photo to see the title of the photographed piece and the name of the artist.

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On Weather…it seems…

Sunday, July 1st, 2012

 

 

It is challenging to trust there is a balance when only considering one part of the whole.  If I focus on my aching feet I may experience my entire body is in disfunction. However, a long walk resulted in a stronger back,  tonified skin, calmer mind and reenergized body as a whole (yes, again, except for the feet that will need some time to feel the beneficial effects of the momentary overstimulation).

 

It is July 1st. The central heating is on in my current home as it has been for the entire month of June. Transportation of summer clothes proved to be a waste of space and weight on the airplane. My sunglasses are useful though as they save my eyes from various particles the inexorable wind and rain keep bringing in their vicinity.

 

On the other part of this mysterious planet of ours, some of my family and friends are praying for a gust of wind and a drop of refreshing water from the sky. As much energy I use for warming up, they spend on cooling down. Parts of extreme…

 

However…

 

In the wholeness of this enchanting earthly globe, those two extreme circumstances seem just like two aching feet in the entirety of one body, unaware of the uncomprehending vastness of Life, awesome in its diversity, intriguing in its mystery.

Yet another storm is over. I can go out now and work on training my eyes to adjust to different environment, hoping the new experiences will soften my heart to embrace what I know as unusual. More walking may result in losing the archetypal fear of the ego and it may, above all, strengthen my feet…

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For T.

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

Dear T.

whenever I need a reminder on any essential facts of life, I find it in the Nature. I take a walk and just observe, inhale, let go of any presuppositions and assumptions and just allow myself to… be. It often feels like taking off the layers of inherited or adopted cloaks, capes and robes or like relieving a lens from various filters that are supposed to protect its delicate and expensive inner structure or enhance/improve/change what is, all in the name of “adapting to circumstances”.

All very useful yet not at that particular time when “being in the Nature” means being in tune with the lightest part of me, the one that judges not and asks for no approval of its being, the one that needs no protection and needs not to protect, control or supervise yet just…is. Such Nature includes a walk by the sea, around trees as well as synchronistic events involving people – experiencing human nature and the nature of a tree as a naked creation of joyous, light, smiling vibrations.

And all is well and all is a well of one extraordinary, nourishing reality.

 

It works for me, for you, something else might be a source of a relief, reassurance, energy, pure joy… Something you can pull out when those “It’s too much” feelings shake the imaginary reality. I can’t say I created those moments, they sort of happen once I…yes, now I’ll put in the famous “let go” expression… Just recently I felt overwhelmed with many changes (some sudden, some expected) in my life and one particular visit to the sea, the vastness of space in which mighty waves were rolling and splashing in an ever-changing mode, was a perfect reminder how change is inevitable, how the sea is constantly changing, how every wave is different as so is every moment on this planet and how natural change is as a process of life whether we comprehend the circumstances or not.

Just by observing the waves crashing on the shore felt like each of them carried a relieving gust of wind that threw away hindering thought patterns and redundant beliefs, allowing space for new adventures and skills, new experiences and opportunities to learn more about the world and about myself, the world in me and me in the world. Isn’t it great that we always have a choice of perspective – as it is said: we can moan that rose has thorns or celebrate that thorns have roses.

Hope this letter answers your question, dear T. and that in your time and space you will allow yourself to rediscover your own reminders and experience your very own naked truth that will change the perspective of powerlessness and scarcity into one of strength and… Enoughness? 😉

Hugs

A.

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Ordinary people, extraordinary moments

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

„…Society increasingly depends on ordinary people taking responsibility for doing extraordinary things.“ This simple statement in today’s post from A. Gawande, a surgeon and The New Yorker’s columnist, triggered a thought about many people I know, those who even may not be aware how extraordinary and inspirational their deeds are.

 

Many of them are daily present on social networks and we connect via Facebook and Twitter, many don’t even use such things and e-mail is the furthest they’ll go as far as digital communication is concerned and some don’t even own a computer or a telephone. Regardless, they are present in my mind, even if we don’t exchange a word this way or another for months, they pop up at the right time when in need for an energy boost.

 

Whenever I get that awesome feeling of gratefulness for the richness of my life there are always several and many of them included in that feeling. Even when I contemplate some ideas or past actions that to someone would seem I had done on my own, there is a flow of memories of indirectly inspirational and even directly supportive thoughts or deeds of some of my friends, acquaintances, teachers, family members, researchers of various fields of interest or perfect strangers on the streets of this or that village, town or city. Some of them will probably never know how strongly they’ve triggered something nourishing in me, how one word or a glance produced an entire story – a non-fiction trigger for a fiction wrapped outlet.

 

I’ve learned more about myself through them, more about what I can or don’t want to, about what feels more or less right to my authentic self, so many valuable insights, so many playful moments, so many lives…

Even when I choose solitude for a longer period of time in order to get deeper into something I’m researching, I do not shut down the channels for synchronicity, I do not put a lead curtain on the path of telepathy – for so many times I’ve witnessed how precious those unexpected guide-lines can be.

 

There is a saying that the books in our home library are our biography. Yes, various reads influence our thoughts and thus our realities yet even more influential are people with whom we interact,  people we admire and (sub)consciously use as a model on various paths we walk through different periods in life. Those people may seem “ordinary” as individuals yet may have done extraordinary, inspiring, awesome things that may have changed our way of thinking, our way of forming the Reality or simply triggered a smile, a nourishing substance in that particular, extraordinary moment.

 

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Reminder for T.

Friday, September 23rd, 2011

Dear T.,

Once you get a muscle fever from “only” doing exercises  in your mind the day before, you get your proof on the power of thoughts or…how “your thoughts shape your reality”… Once you know a person who had surgeries on her knees and they are still painful as well as her joints and many other parts of her body while she always succeeds to tell you a repetitive story of her struggling childhood when she had to carry heavy buckets of water from a remote well, you get your proof how “what you carry inside manifests outside” … Once you hear and witness numerous stories on healing of any dis-ease “only” due to a change in the belief system and vice versa, you get your proof how important it is to question your thoughts and decide what you believe – whether it appears in your mind or you adopt it from someone else… Once you start paying attention to the words you use in everyday communication and notice how a person who keeps mentioning “being stuck in life” develops some kind of foot disease and can’t walk without pain you know how to find a way to release your own “pains in the neck”… Once you become more aware of the quality of thoughts to which you devote space and time or the pictures you create in your mind, you become more aware of how’s and why’s of your reality and you know how to change it for the better, in your own, unique, authentic way, using your own discernment on everything, this letter included  – take it on if it resonates with your deepest self regardless of the fact we’ve talked about such things so many times before and this was just a reminder more than an answer to your question this morning. As usually: all in your own time, in your own truth :).

Hugs and love,

A.

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A lesson in walking…

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

I hurt my feet (and then they were hurting me for several years)…

I had to change my pace and walk slower, mind more closely where I am going and avoid surfaces that might hit the specific sore spots on my feet. When it became frustrating to be so cautious I decided to turn it into a game: let’s see how many ways there are to make a step… Toes-heel, heel-toes and tons more… And when I’d hit the painful spot anyway and my leg would fall out of control I’d make it as if I was dancing… with reckless abandon…

I decided (yes, again, it’s always about the decision what meaning we give to specific situations) this painful situation with my feet was a metaphor for my “business steps” and where and how I “walked in life” in general, so I was teaching myself the new ways of doing my job(s), studying more as well as learning to be more relaxed, more at ease with the unexpected, handling the surprises, more flexible and just letting go of the old and allowing the new insights. Of course I went beyond metaphors, too and learned more about muscles and bones, about various therapeutic techniques…  Exploring the situation from all angles and still pondering endlessly on what I did wrong and how to avoid it “next time” and then…

All that might have been valuable analysing yet then a reminder of Thich Nhat Hanh’s thoughts arrived:  “ Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet…” , and a smile spread all over my face…

For a moment I dropped all the analysing and just enjoyed the loving, gentle lightness invoked by those words…

Sometimes one gets overwhelmed by engaging in all the mind work, the paradox of working hard to learn how to relax.

O, yes, I could have analysed those Hanh’s words as well and could have found at least ten more messages in it, saving some in the files with various labels where I keep updates on numerous techniques and methods for improving the quality of life yet I decided not to and instead just allowed the feelings of lightness and love to spread all over me, for no logical reason at all…

And it felt so good…

Just like a very deep state of bliss, a meditation, breathing technique, a graceful prayer of gratitude, all in one.

Whatever way I do it, it is always beneficial to occasionally let go of all the research, all the open and hidden messages, meanings and lessons or just remind myself: “Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet”…

And I do. And every time it’s a different and a wonder-full experience.

Even if it’s just for a moment or two, I feel so good and afterwards I’m ready to go back to whatever I was doing, refreshed on so many levels to keep on walking…

I hurt my feet and then they were teaching me all sorts of lessons for several years yet the most valuable one was to find that lightness in-between the “courses”, that feeling of loving gentleness, that serenity… like when walking as if kissing the earth with my feet.

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Being.

Monday, August 1st, 2011

Some moments, minutes, hours, maybe even a day or more of any units of our agreed pattern of time measurement, can feel like an extraordinary present. I feel like saying – those are times for celebration, those are the birthdays… Maybe they happen when that extra mile is walked without really thinking of doing it – someone up there must be doing the math, not me, not us. Maybe those moments, those birthdays mark our growth line; expansion of our hearts, the number of laughs with members of our soul family, the length and width of our walks and talks… Or maybe none of those, just pure awareness of deeply and highly living in the moment, being present. Being. Present.

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