My Working Space 2

This was my yesterday process of making my dreamboard. It could be messier!!!! (It's a warning ^_^) :)

10 Grateful Things: June 13

Today I'm grateful for:
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1. Not giving up
2. The fulfilling lazyness this day provided
3. My morning cup of coffee
4. Finding I have comments on my blog (my first ones!!! ^_^ )
5. The Inspiration
6. The House M.D. series
7. An ice-cream calming my body and temperature down (it was a horribly hot noon!!!)
8. My energy to DREAM
9. Finally mastering the skill to wake up early and quickly organize my day
10. My bunny pet understanding me when I say, "I love you, Sunshine!", and it gives it back with a sweet kiss!:)))

*Bonus" 11. The interesting and useful conversations I had with my mother about the business

The Dreamboards, and Why Dreams on Boards are Magical

I've been having this idea of making collages from magazine pictures and colour paper long before I learned there was actually a word for it, and it was "dreamboard".
I find that Jamie's ideas about creating different kinds of dreamboards are truly fascinating, so today I've finally made my decision to make my own one. I must say, it's pretty small and poor since I don't have enough suitable pictures to describe my dreams, but they're on their way.
The interesting thing was this:
Three of my dreams include a large amount of money, proper education, and visiting Stonehenge.
When I decided I wanted to eventually create my personal dreamboard, I found a couple of "National Geographic" and "Cosmopolitan" magazines. Well, I didn't expect to find what I was looking for in fashion and documentary journals, but when I grabbed them and looked through them... Surprise! The exact three pictures I needed! The dream job and the big check + the bookshelf for my education images from "Cosmopolitan", and a looong article about Stonehenge from "National Geographic".
I've found a wonderful photo there.
So my point is, that these magazines were two or three years old; I've got "National Geographic" from my boyfriend after I accidentally "bumped into" them at his place, all covered in dust.
What I'm trying to say is, it wasn't а coincidence. Once I wanna do what I plan to do, I've got the whole Mother Universe giving me Her hand. Now I remember a posting on Jamie's site, about a woman who made her dreamboard, and on the next day she happened to sell her house, so that she could move into her new home.
Like I said - fascinating. AND magical!!! :)

My Working Space

Usually it's messier, but who cares. Inspiration there is important, so I try to keep it. I love ladybugs!!! Can you see the little one next to the white candle and the red pen?:)
Sorry for the pictures being a little blurred, but I'm a relatively new arriver in the world of photography ^_^

The End of a Thug Life. The Eternity of a Thug Angel

Today I had the extraordinary opportunity to touch someone's greatest creation.
Usually I'm not the type of person who listens to hip-hop, or that "Yo!" stuff. Honestly, I've never liked it.
OK, now I might be mellow, or even too short of strenght. I don't care, though. I'm thankful.
I'm thankful to my sister for showing me one of the greatest talents I would miss out in my life, for I have seen and listened only the crap of this music.
Today I saw a movie. Today a movie made me sit down and not move until I saw its end.
To me Tupac Shakur was and always has been some kind of a distant figure that had died a long time ago, a very long time ago. It was all I knew. Today I've learned more.
Humane always hurts me in some way. The non-humanity though makes me go insane. Well, this person showed me both. And what a capability it is, showing me even though he's gone for so long.
I cannot say much now, for my thoughts still need to reorder in my head. All I know is, that he was great, and I'm saying this because of the fact that his life and his death were... hm, big. His life was big, so that his death must be. And it was - not the gunshot, but the way he was talking about it - about the moment life would leave him, the way people reacted. It was similar to the grief the world experienced when the King of Pop's heart stopped last year. Or with the Elvis' death. Or with Cobain's. I think humanity is facing upon a large number of tragedies oncoming, a lot of great people we are going to lose.
It's strange. I've always wondered why Shakur's fans always act like he left the world just yesterday. The truth is, years after this loss he is still around. And he said it. He doesn't want to be forgotten. So this (probably) last wish is all done. The world remembers.
I can't believe I was mourning, too. That's why I hate getting to know someone, no matter if he's a regular person or a man of art. Their lack is always devastating, no matter our efforts to calm down basing on the fact their art lives on. And I can't believe my chest hurt, and my eyes overflowed. It's a magic, since I've never listened to his music. Today I HEARD it, and that's all that's enough for me.
I've been stating in front of the mirror that death is just another door, and we'll all be gone someday, and that it's just the order of nature, and it's all normal. So I started taking it more philosophically. Until this day, when I realized it wasn't over for me to suffer.
I cannot say more, and I see my thoughts are really scattered. He left his decree, for us to do good and follow our dreams and ourselves, so when we do he well be reborn. That's his legacy and his message. Well, I'm not much of a fan to claim that I know it, but I saw just enough of him.
And all I can do is admire and bow low down in his name.
If I had only one chance to talk to him, I would say, "You've been here all this time. They couldn't kill you, they couldn't fail you. You never left this Earth. You never left."

10 Grateful Things on the 9th of June

1. My sweet little bunny running around
2. My sister's birthday party today
3. The morning coffee = milk *_*
4. Enigma music
5. The quiet atmosphere in the house when there's no one but me here
6. The book I'm reading these days
7. The sunny weather outside
8. My daily self-confidence exercise
9. The aroma sticks odor fragrance all over the place
10. Making myself pretty for the guests

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Dare Yourself!

Yesterday me and Mom were talking about how the corporation she worked with was a source of making dreams come true. We two were supposed to say a number of dreams we had that the company could work for. We both made personal lists, and then we both read it. Her dreams were very nice - new car, home far away from here, huge salary every month...
Mine were more abstract (well, I'm the abstraction itself!:) ). I wanted to keep my friends, to get annoyed less, to bring inspiration into my life, create my own environment of art, self-development, self-confidence, dream job, singing on a big stage, etc. And she just said, "Yours have to be big dreams."
"They are!"
"No, they have to be material."
Oh god. They ARE material, but among them were others that weren't. What a big "mistake".
In that particular moment I realized the big dreams aren't material. That's why they're big. The so called "abstract" wishes are the ones that make the sense of our lives. That's what wee gotta live for in first place. THEN comes all the material. (By the way, the suicidal guy was rich. And dead).
This morning I stood up in front of the bathroom mirror and spoke to myself. Oh God, it's so relieving! For the first time in my life I was using the mirror as a contact tool, but using it for the whole of my life as a way to make yourself look pretty. And it was difficult for me to talk out loud. To me. But the things I've said, the affirmations... It brought tears to my eyes. Trust me, no one can encourage you the way you and only you can do. I couldn't believe I was actually talking. Then I couldn't believe I was saying those kind things to me. Then I couldn't believe I was actually believing them!
At that precise moment I believed I remembered the little girl inside of me. I remembered her dreams and the world she lived in. It was beautiful, it was a fairytale. She was a child keeping her purity and wishful thinking away from the real world. My, the dreams she had! The hopes she kept every night while falling asleep! I can't believe one day a grown-up came and destroyed everything. I came.
The today-me has a lot to apologize about and a lot damage to repair. I've realized I was here to make HER dreams come true. I was here to change reality by making it a fairytale. HER fairytale. Because you know, you mustn't live in reality just because it is real. It's not perfect. We deserve to dare ourselves to dream. We deserve perfection.

Contrasts

Two days ago a person living in my neighbourhood committed a suicide. Yesterday was his funeral. I truly can't understand this. If you're too weak to face life, this is not the only way out possible. I don't have any idea what kind of person you must be to poison yourself with gas from your car.
Have you ever though that when someone wants to kill himself, he always plans the way? And it's sooo cold-blooded! For example, it goes like, "Oh, so now I'm gonna leave a note to my mom, saying I love her and it's not her fault, I'll also have to include my wife, my ex-wife, my children, and a notice to my bank creditors saying I'm sorry, but that my family will take care of my debts. After that, I'm gonna switch my alarm to wake me in 6 in the morning, so that my mom won't hear me, I'll go out, drag the gas hose in my room and let it spread the poison. Then I'll sit here and just wait for it to happen. Too bad mom's gonna find me, since I'm stupid enough to commit suicide in my very home. But... Oh, well, I won't be here to see it. She'll get over it."
That's it. done.
Some time around seven in the morning a horrible woman cry wakes up the whole neighbourhood. I didn't hear it though. My mom and sister did. They told me what happened. The next morning the funeral took place, and I've noticed that more people come to funerals than to weddings. It's strange. Tragedies gather them all, while happy events demand hypocrisy. But I'm not sure if people are truly sad either. There were many of them who didn't even know him, but I guess it's an all-time practice. However it's very stupid not to say "hi" when you meet him on the street, but mourn now he's not here anymore. That's also a two-faced attitude.
The same day the funeral was held I was attending a meeting which was very important for my mom, because she works with a corporation offering products for beauty and health. The company's known as "Siberian Health", and it has many clients and consultants throughout the world.
There I met other consultants, her friends, the two doctors (husband and wife) creators of the company, and the man who succeeded so much that he was a millionaire in a two years period of time. He talked with so much inspiration, with so much passion about the work and it's philosophy, that time passed too quickly to notice. And I've decided to do the job. Multi level marketing isn't easy, but it's wonderful from a financial, psychological and social point of view.
This man made me come home and start planning my future. I realized I had scattered my dreams and everyday activities, so I was achieving simply nothing. I started making my moves more carefully, with the thought of success in my mind visions. And I'm not giving up no matter what.
So, the day was pretty colourful and interesting. From a loss of life, through pain, and tears, and coffins, to laughter, belief, success, strength and inspiration, I think I've learned something.
The millionaire destroyed desperation the dead man brought, what a change! Well, I guess light is all we see at the end of the day. :)

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