All lovers before us

Thoughts of the day

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All lovers before us, were we
those we have been, those we will be
only recognition I share
of all the reasons I don’t care.

All lovers before us, were we
eternity transformed in me
knowing you from long before this
the power in our healing kiss

All lovers before us, were we
the light ahead is clear to see
and you are my eternal choice
the sound of love in breathing voice

All lovers before us, were we
despite all, my love is still free
my choice is loving you once more
this is what my eternity is for

Lotta

Cuddling oblivion

Poem of Today

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Poem of the day

Who burst into tears at St Patrick's parade
 When cheering and laughing were high
 all around
 where unsupporting crowd felt
 scary and dumb and
 the soul was as empty as hollow
Who stood there staring with
 unwilling eyes escapeless
 of space and emotions,
 no one to hold on to not one
 single person coldcovered shoulders
 unheld and not wanted
Who did she see, what caused the action
 What made the beer be useless and foreign
 and cheering and laughter absent and queer
I should have been braver and rushed,
 an aider to hold her and tell her
 all will be fine, no bloke is worth it or
 other lies as a friend would do in
 a matter like this.
 But cowarding feet stood like
 concrete on ground
 unmovable motionless traitors of heart
Instead I moved on and found
 attentive arms embracing the view
 of sadness away and cuddling
 oblivion to my heart as a grace
 of comfort, but not
 for her.

Lotta

Light

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Today IS Light.

And if yesterday was difficult to choose one picture, today was impossible. Nature is the pure image of light. The air is so bright, the water is glowing and the grass and moss so lavishing green.

And the shadows are deep and dark. So to try to capture light do I choose the source itself, or do I choose the result of the sun hitting an object. I really could not make up my mind.

This is what I also saw today

Light3

Light5

Light4

Lotta

 

 

Reading?

At the Bookcase

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I am actually reading a book, or rather, I have started to read a book . I know I should read more, it just kind of is not happening. But in book stores in Great Britain I always get so inspired. I don’t always buy anything. I tell myself “you wont read that anyway so don’t spend money on it”. But then a new book shop turns up and my eyes catch that same book again and again. And then finally at the airport I do not dare to leave with out bringing that treasure back home with me. So I started reading this on the plane. And it caught all my senses instantly. The writing mode is fantastic. I truly wish I could write like that. I still keep it in my handbag. I touch it when I search for my wallet or notebook. I know it is there. Soon I will pick it up and start reading it.

If you happen to finish it before me please tell me if it is just as good all the way to the end.

With love

and peace

Lotta

Solitude

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To me TV is the ultimate sign of solitude. I love to watch a good movie or show but afterwards I feel more empty and insecure of what to do than ever before, even if I’m together with another person.

I used the tilt shift on Instagram to try to copy the bokeh effect in the background. Still using my phone but now I miss my camera more than ever, I really must go to a repair place with it :(

All the best to you on this wonderful Friday

Love

Lotta

Bliss

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drawing bliss

I don’t mean my family is not a bliss to me. Because they are, and eternally so. They are my light, my breath, the blood in my veins, my everything. But no matter how much I love them there are parts that make me sad, maybe a word or action, not even ment to harm, just my own interpretation. And the fact that we will not always be together. Feeling bliss with them in the very moment is rewarding when I practice that. And I do, try to make every moment count.

Being able to find bliss when I am working with my own ways of expressing colour, shapes, stories is rewarding in another way. The more I practice the more I find who I am inside. Creating makes the hours fly away. Finding myself helps me stand with both feet firmly. Loving myself, to love others.

 

Moppe

Puppy bliss. He accepts it when I tell him to back off and joyfully returns when the situation is over. I laugh and play with him and he confirms me just the way I am. His friendly eyes look at me with presence. I find unconditional bliss.

But his people will soon be back to pick him up. (That will mean sleeping all nights again :)

Today Bliss means being out in the SUN!



 
Lotta