Cartea de duminica a 2-a si a 3-a

Mastile, de Fumiko Enchi

O masca de teatru No ( teatrul clasic japonez ) este aruncata intr-o poveste in care mastile, miile de figuri care ascund adevaratele fete ale personajelor, abunda fara inceput si sfarsit. Masca este un cadou oferit ca intre prieteni, unei doamne in varsta, admiratoare infocata a costumatiilor teatrului clasic. Prezenta severa si misterioasa, batrana pune la cale un plan inca de la inceputul povestirii. Vaduva dintr-o casatorie nefericita, indurerata inca de moartea amantului si a fiului sau, mama a unei fiice bolnave psihic, ea cauta sa-si duca la bun sfarsit un plan de salvare. Si reuseste.

Cartea devine cu adevarat frumoasa in momentul in care descoperi motivul care sta in spatele planului. Sa nu te mire faptul ca termini ultima pagina si nu l-ai gasit. E acolo, asteptand sa fie inteles. Si repet, e cu adevarat frumos.

Suflet si spirit

Edgar Cayce a fost unul dintre cei mai mari mediumi care au existat vreodata. Nu a scris niciodata nimic. Ceea ce este publicat sub numele lui au fost notite luate de secretara sa in timpul transelor.
Exista o carte publicata la noi care se cheama "Suflet si spirit" in care sunt extrem de multe informatii despre reincarnare, consistenta sufletului, scopurile spiritului, numeroase explicatii ale unor fenomene care se intampla multora dintre noi.
Nu este o carte tehnica, de tipul "10 metode de a scapa de karma" sau "sfaturi practice despre cum sa iti aduci iubitul inapoi." Este o carte care iti raspunde la multe intrebari care incep cu "de ce?" Si cum raspunsurile la "de ce?" sunt cele mai pretioase...
Ti se explica aici cum e cu lectiile din fiecare viata si cu evolutia spiritului, ce e cu sufletul si la ce ne foloseste si cum suntem noi raspunsul la propriile intrebari. Este o lectura care isi deschide perspectiva, iti ofera un mai mare calm interior, mai mare cunoastere si siguranta ca divinul are o ordine in care te include si pe tine si are grija sa ai o viata plina de sens. Tot ce trebuie sa faci e sa o traiesti cu toate emotiile pe care le ai.

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Weapons of choice

Every time I become hurt, there’s this blade inside my mind that cuts through everything in its way. So shiny, so smooth, so silent! So comforting, knowing that I have it and can use it over and over again, to release my soul from any claws thrown my way. How do you think it is, dancing your pain away, rising still half asleep, pushed back up on your feet, by a power that is never dormant? Today I picked my sword up again. I wish I hadn’t…I wish it were peace…but I felt a wound bleeding from my chest. And it woke me up, lift me up savagely and I reached for my weapon. It felt like I’ve never really let it out of my hand; my fingers curled around the old handle and memories started flooding the back of my eyes. I was so good at handling the sword. Still am. So I lift it up above my head and started cutting the strings. I do it better when I’m getting a rhythm. So I called for a rhythm. My hands started moving methodically. My body entered a musical state. I was dancin

Four years and many dolls later

2 015 has started in complete denial for me. After over a year and a half of heartbreak, some stress that came with that and some guts that came out of nowhere and ripped some bandages covering a lot of bad bad things, I had decided it was time to practice being single. But not in a wallowing in self pity feeling sorry for myself kind of way, nor in a “men are terrible, I should only rely on pets” kind, either. Just being single and bei ng curious about every single experience, from having the morning coffee by myself, to fully functioning professionally and socially. Not that I had not been single before, but very rarely was I not “on the market”. So, half of 2014 I had been single and since December of that year, I had decided I actually was going to give this solo thing a try. It lasted four full months. It doesn’t look much in writing, either! Well, here is what happened! Armed with the will to practice curiosity and patience, I have started planning, for 2015, all those th

Cineva...

N-am vazut-o cand a venit…Asa spun unii. Dar eu am vazut-o venind. Si am crezut ca sunt bine inarmata sa joc. A trecut prin mine si m-a spulberat. Am uitat ca am stat vreodata in picioare. Au disparut sunetele, culorile, ideile. Lumea s-a amestecat haotic si creierul meu nu mai avea materie cu care sa lucreze. Am lovit pamantul la un moment dat. Cred. N-am respirat, n-am clipit. M-am pierdut intr-o stare de coma ce m-a dus departe, m-a ascuns de durerile pe care nu le-as fi putut suporta constient. Nu stiu cine m-a gasit, ce mi-a facut, cat timp. Ceva ma reasambla. Fara rost, ma gandeam eu in momentele rarefiate de constienta . Nu simteam de unde pana unde durez si unde ma sfarsesc. Cand am deschis ochii, am vrut sa urlu. Nu mai eram ce stiam. Si nu mai aveam ca fiu niciodata. Dar nu aveam forta sa imi urlu furia. Am vrut sa mor, sa ma intorc ca noua. Cerul ma strivea cu prea multa lumina. Eu eram un rebut. Intr-o zi am clipit. Ce natural! Nu trebuia sa reinvatz sa clipesc.

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