...

"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

/Bob Dylan/

The streets of the Hague

Different faces, skin colours and life stories were sitting together in the same circle and most probably having totally different feelings towards everything we were talking about. But it is so normal - even more - it would not be normal if we had the same feelings...

Big, thick snowflakes were slowly falling on the street and I found myself losing any sense of time or space. Just couple of month ago I came back from Asia - the teacher of my life - and now I was sitting there and understanding how much this acclimatization process back into western reality has brought me closer to the ignorance of the Unexposed..
Time is illusory. It is the common illusion created by masses of people to control the moments.. This is an illusion we have all agreed upon and forgotten where its origin comes from.. So where from?

I really don't know, but watching the snowflakes slowly landing on the street I understand how vanishing is eternity and how lasting is the moment...

God is everywhere..

Italy

In a crazy night blooming flowers got covered by snow and while winter arrived in my physical reality my soul slowly gave up to an endless spring...
The time which comes and shows you that destiny exists. No doubt.

So long time we all keep walking the roads of Nowhere to finally arrive...
To see
To meet
To feel

And to fall into the arms of endless spring.
Love is light.

Leaving

"What are you trying to say?"
"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You-- you alone-- will have the stars as no one else has them--"
"What are you trying to say?"
"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... you-- only you-- will have stars that can laugh!"
And he laughed again.
"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... and your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you..."
And he laughed again.
"It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh..."

/Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - The Little Prince/

Storm

I woke up and the storm was gone, leaving no real evidence of broken countless dreams of the sleeping city.
I was awake all night long, and fell asleep only when the morning was about to appear above the arsenal behind my window. The window with no curtains. The World outside the same window (as Tanita Tikeram used to sing) was going mad while I was falling into enjoyment of the World inside of me.
There is a feeling of leaving, and I don't know where it comes from.
But I woke up and the storm was gone..

Without

Never ending rain has become a connective unit of the past and the future in the streets of my city.

Just like the wilderness of my dreams.

A day

Chaotic universe in a still mind. I am sitting and enjoying the landscape of memories and dreams. Driving the road, which comes and dissapears into the great Nothingness bringing in amazing colors from the other side of space..

Rosh in Riga & the celebration of the New!

When the plane which brought the amazing smile of Rosh and thousands of memories from our time in Asia landed in the airport of my city I almost bursted into tears.. Emotions..

No snow in Riga as I promised before. Shame.
No frozen lakes.
No frozen sea.
Not even real cold.
Nobody remembers such a winter as this one..
Global warming?
I am powerless about this...

The days and nights passed in endless jam-sessions and talks, talks, talks.

A little bit of Hoki-Mai:)

Making the masks for the New Years party we actually never finished or used. But the charm of the process..

The old solstice tradition in Latvia "Kekatas" (going around village houses and bringing blessing before New Year)

A Latvian, Mauri and Livonian in a dark :)


The fortune telling, dances and craziness in a special place with special people. The Livonian coast and wonderful Livonian and very international youth.

Melting of our happiness for the next year (an old tradition)

And the magic of children




Happy the New!

Moments..

The importance hides in the flow... In the waves of my sea. In the eternal non-stillness..


Some days ago I was telling Someone to stop steeling moments..
Now I am sitting on the floor, drinking hot blackcurrant juice with lemon, smoking shisha (waterpipe), listening to Pink Floyd and thinking how much I am steeling moments as well from Someone else's life...
I hear the words from the most beautiful song Pink Floyd has made: "..how I wish you were here", and I am thinking how much I finally don't miss anything and Anyone...

But I know, that a new day will come - new morning without sunrise and evening wihtout setting sun, when embracing my teddy bear I will be laying down on my bed and thinking how much I have nothing and how much of Everything..

How much actually we all have Everything. And how much we often feel having nothing.
We, humans, are so freaky...

Escape

Which will you go for
Which will you love
Which will you choose from
From the stars above
Which will you answer
Which will you call
Which will you take for
For your one and all
And tell me now
Which will you love the best.

Which do you dance for
Which makes you shine
Which will you choose now
If you won't choose mine
Which will you hope for
Which can it be
Which will you take now
If you won't take me
And tell me now
Which will you love the best.

/Nick Drake/

Walking through Christmas...

The space without answers
The place without snow
The time outside the reality
Is so real..

*

Too real..

"Tomatos-Killers" or Tomato Party

In this crazy time of violence and artistic creativity a couple of my friends have shot a movie "Tomatos-Killers" which is devoted to the red, round beauty and everydays' mysticism. Days, month and years passed till all the thoughts and insane visions finally got collected, processed through, edited and came on the screen as one entirity in some historical flat in the heart of Riga city.

People dressed in red slowly started to turn up just couple of hours before midnight. All kind of connections with tomatos you could enjoy this night brought by beautiful friends and guests: fresh tomatos, marinated tomatos, tomato juice, tomato soup, tomato spices e.t.c. The imagination of a man has no boundries.


The room where the movie presentation was going to be held (and which was not the biggest of the places you have seen in your life) started to fill with people and finally got so full, that honoured guests almost got smothered. The lack of air made people unite in love and soon the nonexistent air was replaced by common positivity:)

The movie was incredible, astonishing, frightful and very funny. The lead role actors, cameramen, film directors where present, so after the movie everyone had an opportunity to shake hands with them, dance, sing and enjoy the time in whatever way.

Tomatos will always stay unwinnable!

Long live Tomatos!

Dancing in the moonlight

A car driving through Nowhere.
Full moon.
Nick Cave.. and his voice loudly touching the very bottom of a living heart.
A question which appears in time, space and reality: Have you (we, us, them) ever danced in the middle of a bridge under the light of Full Moon?
Maybe. Who can remember everything?
We did. Again. Or for the first time.



I have been dreaming about my house at the beach every day while being in Asia. We celebrated the night with candles, guitar, fireworks in honour of a friend's wonderful name. Small things we long for make us human.


I woke up in the space with no boundries. There are no boundries in nature. No straight lines. There is nothing around me apart from Nothingness and the beautiful sounds of wawes rolling ashore..


Morning exercises and champagne on the beach. Amazing drive there and back to roll again in the cool sands, dip in the Decemeber sea.
Heaps of laughter reechoing along the lonely beach!


Eternal love.


And warmth of a real fire.