How to love maturely without falling back into the mystical trap of illusion

  Sometimes the night greets me with a strange sensation — not so much pain as a question , one that slips into the periphery of my thoughts like a light unsure of whether it wishes to remain. After every disappointment there arrives this moment: the moment when you no longer ask “Why did it happen?” but begin to listen to a quieter, almost prayerful inner register: “How can it not happen again?” Not as self-blame. Not as fear of falling once more. But as the desire to learn to love without breaking apart, without turning love into a field where your own shadows outweigh the light. I write these lines as if in a diary, though I’m not entirely sure whether I’m speaking to myself, to time, or to that invisible presence I sometimes call soul , sometimes God , and sometimes simply my own inner ground . Here I want to gather not rules, but orientations; not boundaries, but supports; not prohibitions, but quiet, almost invisible paths toward maturity. Paths that do not reject the myst...

Fibonacci twist

 Have you noticed the spiral Fibonacci twist of the cat when sleeping? There is tremendous beauty in this pose. Aim for a circle, centered, to conserve energy and body. There is so much peace, calmness and confidence in these cat friends of ours.
While I was experimenting with making a flower necklace in the shape of the flower of life, my white “Raphaelะพ” cat Zari was sweet sleeping next to me. But I really could feel her help, she was also involved in making the flower with blue stone center. Do you like the result in the picture below. This is my first try ๐Ÿ˜‰

If you are wondering what the flower I shot was on the right of Zari (in the photo below) – this is the Allium cepa bloom. Yes, you read that correctly. Flowering Allium cepa. Isn’t it amazing its flowering blooms!

No wonder – allum begins with “ALL” word. All together flowering. This is also a symbol for all of us. Togetherness with self-flowering. The flower is beautiful when it blooms on its own… But how much more beautiful it would be if it were in common with everyone else.

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