Smoke?

While the nights are long...
And my soul is searching

before we ever meet

and before I know for once
who
are
you

before all of that

the moment embraces me
and

I
am
touching
your non-existance..

Time Of No Reply

The winter that never came into my garden, came into my life and embraced me with its snowless fields and musical emptiness. If you would have been here, you should have noticed all the emotionally disabled bodies hanging around...

watching sunsets in lonely beaches
an empty street
catching the last train home
or getting lost in a big supermarket..

..searching for some uncertainty in the eyes of a stranger, being thirsty for unpredictability and gardening their longings..

Meanwhile I am sitting somewhere on the plato in Central India and remembering the times.
Or most probably enjoying my true illusions about what a memory is. You know what I mean - sometimes you just sit there and remember all the things that never happened. You go through the memories in detail and recall.. all the things that never happened. All the people you never been together with. Or maybe never even met.
All the places you've never been.
All the sounds you have never heard.
And you remember all of it so clearly.

Well, the spring is here.. Flowers bloom and a heart of every human being is lifted up to heaven. Straight to heaven..
You can touch the azure of your wilderness. You can actually feel it.
With all your cells and sensations.
Spring is light.

Another beautiful day.. At home:)

Photos by Mumins: www.mumins.nav.lv

The place of candles and homesickness...

The time has come.
Finally I have a home again. Life has taken me around the World forever and forever with great joy, amazing moments and unforgettable people. But there always comes a time when you need to have a place. A special feeling.. Something lasting... a home.


This is the street I walk every morning.
And it is just 513 meters from the beautiful Baltic Sea.

And I walk


through autumn leaves with hot jasmine tea in my jar...

Happiness is the feeling of peace.

Photo: Imants Skerstens http://imanc.artlibitum.net

What a joy!

Sun shines inside the window, and the car is taking us away from here and into another space...
Joy is driving with us - it is inside our hearts, you can see it on our lips, you can hear it in our unspoken words and see it in our eyes...

The Big Joy is driving in our car!

Well, the party of the great year of 1977. is going on.
And going on.
And going on.


:)

Photos: Imants Skerstens http://imanc.artlibitum.net

A tribute to the summer...

*

The moment takes you
and you just sit on the beach,

when the sun is up there and you just ARE..
The beauty that surrounds us is endless.

And we
are going
to live
forever..

like this:)

***

The wind will be playing in our hair and will bring the wildest energy into the souls
of our bodies.
An endless wilderness and the smell of the sea..

***
and there is a song..

..a tribute to the summer:)

***
but all the while
we are just sitting
under the candle lights
and our life is happening:)


OM




Photos by: Katya, Lasma and Imants
somewhere in the wilderness of Livonian Coast

An endless beach.

I can't feel.
There are no footprints in the sand of my beach.

My soul... is traveling lonely roads somewhere far away and I don't know where it is.
Maybe it is sitting in a comfortable train riding through the steppe somewhere in Siberia? Maybe in a small buss in the middle of India or a ferry boat here in my Baltic Sea?
Or is it flying an ocean in a silver plane..?

Somehow nothing is real enough. Even me.
Am I?

Living.

Life is a miracle..

Last year around Christmas time, when my home was India, my mom send me a postcard on which was written: "Open yourself and a miracle will come into your life"!
And I sat on a bench and looked up into starry Asian sky and dreamed..

Time after time I am experiencing again, that miracles do happen and very often. We just need to believe in them, notice them and allow them to happen.

Right now I am in a wonderful place in Crimea (Ukraine), spending crazy, challenging and inspiring time, seeing how a dream have taken a shape and become a reality. Something that me and my friends have been working on for long month and almost given up now is happening. And it is a miracle, which I still sometimes can't really believe in. Life is amazing.

Around month ago, when I was sitting on the beach of the Black Sea with my friend from Crimea and feeling so much down about all this project we are in right now, she told me the story about footprints:

FOOTPRINTS

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was only one.

"This bothered me because I noted that during the low periods of my life,

when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord, "You promised me, Lord that if I followed you, you would walk with me always.

But I noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has been only one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there with me?" "The Lord replied,

'During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

I have been thinking of this story a lot lately... I have really felt, that I am not alone and I am being taken care of..

Time..

It has been quite a while I haven't been writing anything, but sometimes life goes so fast, that you can hardly catch up with it... You just feel like an observer standing somewhere on the side of the road and watching a weird movie...

I have been all over the place lately: Georgia, Sweden, Holland (my second home), Italy, Ukraine...

I spent wonderful time in Georgia meeting with simple people and being together with my wonderful friends.

After that Holland has become almost like a second home for me - going crazy with all the Action for Europe preparation things... Coming back again and again.
Two weeks ago we had here small AfL3 reunion:) Chris B. was here with his brother and sister, me, Marielle and Magdalena... Woaw. Indescribable feelings and atmosphere...

I spent a wonderful time in Crimea being part of F4F course, which amazed me and gave me so much peace I could never expect.. Together with wonderful young and a bit older people ;)
Just on the coast of the Black Sea... reminded me a little bit something from our time in Panchgani, India.


Now I am back to Holland again and just in few days leaving for Crimea to start our wonderful Action for Europe project. You can follow this in our new blog: www.action-for-europe.blogspot.com

...

"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!