If you ever loved someone put your hands up…

After a lot of Prompts from Daily Post which left me going “Nope.” ( like the one, write your obituary. I mean… 😕 ) finally a good one. Aaaand it was on my birthday. Double like.

First of all, my jukebox brain is already singing so…. You already know how this goes. 😉

Love is universal. Love is a savior.

I wish that everyone who does not know what love feels like experience complete and ultimate acceptance and encouragement to be who they are and to build their life around that answer. You who are reading this! Yes, I wish that for you. Love yourself.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

My baby blog in the big world ❤

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Be the Change.”

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Year and a half ago I didn’t even think about having and actively writing a blog. It just happened. Literary. Just. Happened. Like it is so natural to suddenly have one, like a next step on a stairway, like a sun rising, like eating a third cookie when you are hungry and said you’re gonna have just one. 😉

So natural. It really is. It feels so natural for me to have this blog like it was never otherwise. (I can make a commercial out of this.)

I am saying a lot that a plant needs a time to grow, and change I am going through no matter how frustrating it gets from time to time, can not be forced or pushed forward. It has to go like a plant, in its own pace. I can water it and take care of it, but I can’t make it grow faster. That’s how I feel about this blog. It is in the right place at the right time. I have no idea where all of this writing will lead me, but I don’t stress about it. I know at first I wanted to inspire a lot of people, I wanted to reach out and try hard to share my new found inspiration and love for life. Now, I have learned a lot of things. I am learning all the time. About me, about others, about society… I have learned that it does not take a lot to reach out, that I don’t have to “try hard”. I can just BE. I found out that I am so happy when I receive a comment like “You made my day.” or “You inspired me.” from just one person, whom I know or whom I never met.

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Natalia Rak graffiti in Bialystok, Poland.

I still want to share and inspire. I see it like a wave of love and positive energy going and hugging the entire Globe. When I see my blog is read in parts of the world I don’t know how to pronounce it makes me proud and humble at the same time. I had chances to “go more aggressive” but I really don’t want GMO in my plant I am nurturing here. I hope you understand that and that it doesn’t sound cheesy. Heck, I don’t care if it sound cheesy, I love you for every amazing comment you leave here. You are awesome. We should like, I don’t know… Blog. 😉 ❤

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BTW!

I HAVE to share with you that somewhere in the process of my country crossing from 2014 to 2015 I woke up in 2015, logged on to see my wish came true. 500 of you! ❤ I felt so good! So blessed!

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I like bubbles.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”

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illustration by jennifer zetts – etsy

That is kinda my answer.

I wanted to be grown up SO BAD when I was younger. In my family “Stop acting like a child” is an insult. So, I tried and tried and tried. I was so serious – grown ups always are. I worked hard on what I thought was my vision of adult life. I wanted the ticket into that grown up world very much… Too much. I neglected myself. I didn’t listen to my heart. I didn’t pay attention to my soul, to my feelings. I denied myself freedom of living, of choices, of being, of emotions. I took it all away.

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But now in the past few years… I’m bringing it back. And I am such a child. I love that child and that sentence is not anymore an insult to me. I want to remain a child in heart forever. In awe, curious, emotional, creative. I love to swing on swings. I love to hug trees. I love to play games and I am a very sour loser. I absolutely LOVE fireworks. I love balloons and the term of love is not an over statement here. I love animals and playing with them. I am happy when it snows (We had first snow yesterday and a lot of it. ❤ ). I love to sled and run around in snow just to fall on that soft surface. Get red cheeks and build a snowman. I love ice skating. When no one was looking yesterday, I took a bite of snow. It wasn’t yellow, don’t worry. 😀 I did it when I was returning from voting for the president of Croatia. Have I covered both now? Adult and child? Maybe… All I know is that being without that child is awful and boring. Now, sometimes not consciously, I tend to search people who have that child in them and are not ashamed to show it, no matter the age. Their company feels so good. They fill me with joy as I do to them. ❤

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Absolute Beauty!

I just HAD to write something to today’s Prompt! I had had had to 🙂

We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? Is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?

I have been thinking today how all of you are so beautiful in my mind. For most of you I don’t know how you look, what color are your eyes, how much do you weight… I know you by your kind comments, sparkling personality, creative spirit and encouraging nature. AND THAT IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME.

I see you as Supermodels in my head. Like the person other people see as beautiful is not that special to me if she/he doesn’t have the spirit, the soul, the kindness, the humanity.

I feel that so much beauty is hidden from this world because of fear. Fear of facing rejection from who we are. Fear of being mocked. But the most powerful fear is the one in which we don’t accept ourselves and don’t love ourselves. But even if we do, being reject from others still hurts… Despite that, show it!

Just show it! When we show our self, the person we really are, when we share our dreams on a plate to the world what happens is that most of the time world is left speechless. Moved.

Beauty of a dream, beauty of a talent and beauty of strength is so inspirational. So perfect. It is the essence of us and I can’t help but remember the poem I wrote about a pearl inside each of us… Click; Pearl in the Shell

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I have a gallery for you… Watch it with this music in the background 😉 JOHN LEGEND – ALL OF ME

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I am so sorry I don’t know the source of every photo here, it’s Google but I don’t have the exact. Beauty is everywhere. 🙂

Today Is A Wonderful Day!!! ❤

My friend Barbara has 6 hours ago, at 10 in the morning gave birth to a healthy baby girl Laura!! ❤

I am so happy, I’ve been up through the night as she was all night in the hospital, but got sleepy and missed the news. Since she is in another city kilometers away from me, this is my way of saying; I LOVE YOU GIRL, I AM PROUD OF YOU AND I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL BABY!! ❤ 🙂

I needed to this now and I apologize I don’t have time to answer your comments… I will!

This is the poem I wanted to publish when little Laura comes to the world, with a photo Barbara drew for it, not knowing that I will do this… 😉

The poem was inspired by another close friend of mine, Marija. Marija, you are the pearl, I cherish you as my friend so very much! ❤

 

The pearl in the shell

We are the puppets
In the hands of Life
Swinging us from left to right
Waving our hands to east and west
Pulling the strings from our chests

One moment we’re up
Up in the clouds,
On top of a mountain
Flying above

In the next we are drowning
Catching the air
Trying so hard
To just be there

But, there is one place Life can’t
Control
One place deep within
Our soul

It is the pearl in the shell in the sea
The pearl only chosen ones get to see

Life can try to touch the pearl
But the shell is not weak, not anymore
I made it stronger
Than ever before

The pearl inside will be safe
And sound
It will shine so bright
Straight from the ground

The shell is here to protect the light
Not to hide it or make it stop

Look above, among the stars
Light so bright… all the world pause
Life takes a bow to the pearl inside
The pearl that is me.

We all are.

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