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Letter to my Master

Dear Master, I have much to tell you, to tell you, where do I start? ... you ', I decided! I start from here, where are arrived ... I'll talk to you 'd ell' "Tree of Fr agole" ...



... I think there ...
yet here I find myself, on a branch
sitting
nowhere so
'kidnapped by the view ...
still long and 'the trip,
there' still lots to learn ...
maybe I am still here,
to rest ...
reach out, a fruit tasting, and while I think
WHAT '
who grow up I want to do ...


I chose to walk away from practice yo ga some 'time ago, after an initial positive approach, and go alone ... I look around, I evaluate, choose o. ..
I've always been close, this, on my shoulder, sometimes you have to give me comfort, caressed gently, sometimes you kick, as well as strong ...
[.....]

remember "Beginning", the week "Know thyself," to ' OasiArmonia , an 15 ni ago seems like yesterday, (see time as fools ...) spent between a "do not go more ', st or too bad ..." and a "are arrivat to here, and I have to go ..."... those who struggle with my mind! And my eyes stupid quand I attended the first or Mantra, Radha Soam ...
I remember you said that in us accumulating so much dust that just a breath and the dust begins to rise ... think that chaos! I tried to face grain by grain, I tried to do it with honest ', firmly ... I have created so much disorder in and around me, then, in thought, at home, with my loved ones ... Now I understand of it was intentional, I had to do it, to reorder and everything in my way ...

[.....]

Well, you told me too ... I spoke to my heart, that I still had not seen, to work to listen and to manage emotions so that 'Do not take me to the case here' and '... I used to compared to what' around me, take me are mirrored, and the reflection that every time he returned he helped me to keep up ...

[.....]

I trusted your words, and only now understand, I trusted myself ...
Trust Trust ... ... Faith ...

[.....]

A tiny spark has allowed me to revisit old passions, 'art, design, women's work, embroidery, knitting, everything' that I felt I could learn new and creative ... I felt, however, 'too much greed in doing everything', I wondered what I was doing, where I was heading with such enthusiasm ... I seemed to have lost a long, long time .. (and here again the time that serves me ...) Now I understand ... I had found a "space or" special, which I could meditate, a secret place where to retire, FREE.

... space ... time ...

With a friend you spoke of fixed points ... parents, family, work, friends ... but I thought: what if I am missing one of these? (And as 'already' happened ...), continued to make a life and build a sand castle? Where else can I support? And he does, and remade 'the castle ... what role?
's not 'material thing, no one can' touch it 'disturbing, if not myself.
And I have to decide its fate.
This' became my "Still Point."

That 's my definition of' Freedom '. "

(The Tree of Strawberries ...
an apostrophe in my thoughts ...
"I think there is," 'cause, so far, and'
been away from my view .. .)
(On this branch I am sitting ,
kidnapped and I feel a sense of freedom '.)
(... reach out,
and taste the fruits of what' I built ...)
The rediscovery of my passions and not 'was nothing more than a portal ...

[.....]

I am committed to watering 'my' tree with clear water, and the fruits are really good. And the leaves are really green.
Dear Master, what is' With a face of all this? You tell me.
A warm and sincere hug with tut to my heart. Elisa.

to my teacher, Mario Attombri

Sri Guru Yogi Raja Lahari (Marioji)

and Greetings Resolutions for 2010:

Thanks so far for this' which 'was, in
better or worse,
one can not' exist without the other ...
way,
as a balanced,

on the thin rope that is in the middle ... With
-centered, I look forward

and sometimes I'll try 'to remember

of "Breathe"! ^ _ ^

also a nice walk to you! Wherever you are ...

A sincere wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,

and so much serenity 'per day' s year

... and for every minute of that day.

Elitebirdfly.

translation of the text, Bixio.

Somewhere over the rainbow
right up there, there are the dreams that you did
once in a lullaby
somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
and dreams that you did,
dreams become reality really

one day make a wish on a shooting star

I'll wake up when the clouds
are far behind me
where problems melt like lemon drops
up there, on the tops of chimneys
is where you'll find me
somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
and the dreams that you dare to,
why, oh why can not I?

Well I see trees of green and
Red roses too
the iiii
for me and for you
and I think to myself and I
'what a wonderful world'

Well I see blue skies and white clouds
and brightness of the day
I like the dark and I think to myself
'what a wonderful world'

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
are also on the faces of people passing
see the friends that greet
say 'how are you?'
They're really saying 'I love you'
hear the cries of children
I watch them grow and learn
more
of what we know
and I think to myself
'what a wonderful world'

one day make a wish on a shooting star

I'll wake up when the clouds
are far behind me
where problems melt like lemon drops
up there , on the tops of chimneys
is where you'll find me
somewhere over the rainbow
there are the dreams that you dare to, oh why
, why can not I?

Wedding Quotes Butterfly Ideas

One of my usual thoughts

The assertion of a unique, indisputable, irrefutable is always the expression of absolutism.
The illusion of being carriers of an exclusive truth is a symptom of a much more distorted view of reality than you might imagine. The currents of thought and more open less yoked to constraints cultural classics, but in truth they see a subjective perception , and then multiple .
The term " there is no truth but many truths " puzzling at first sight. We must get used to, before accepting this statement, to recognize the relativity of thought.
Every thought and every perception of reality is the result of a particular position of the person who interprets it. So "real" in those conditions and only those. The entrance of other variables does not deny the reality of the preceding year but produces another, no less "real."

Why accept a concept so outrageous for the way we see the world around us? A tree is a tree for anyone to look at him! Sure, but only exists from the moment they perceive the .
Since each of us perceives it differently, because one gets emotional at the sight of the original and all personal , the tree becomes a different reality depending on how we perceive it.
What then is the true tree? What sense can afford to prevail over another? Who can legitimately claim that reality is more real than others? Now, say that "there is no truth but many truths," takes on a meaning more acceptable.

This principle is even more applicable to the world of emotions, where the perception is the ' object itself and does not need to materialize. Emotion is a pure state that comes from ourselves according to our anxieties, our experience.
Conditioned by our conflicts and our dystonia, our marvelous mind, with that organ which is our virtual emotional intelligence, create and enables us to recognize something completely personal.
careful not to fall into the trap of trying to identify, in a competitive view, which really is genuinely "real." Only in the presence of a disease we have the luxury of criticizing, where applicable, the perceptive capacity of an individual, and therefore its reality.
dwell instead on the extraordinary fact that our reality, as a result of our own emotions, really exists. Each reality is so real, tangible and irrefutable. If we accept the relativity of reality, we realize now that the case of another important concept: that reality exists because we developed not only the ability to perceive through the emotions but also the ability to create .

If there is no external reality, objective and common to all, then it is subjective, based on our emotional intelligence and it is this reality that we live in parallel similar to our own reality. The reality does not exist
, are our emotions to create the world around us!

not objects, not space, not time but the perception of these components is the reality. In equilibrium on a thin line between the real image (tangible and present, here and now) and the ideal image (our projections), life takes place in the ongoing confrontation between these two worlds. Because the space that separates the two images is an endless source of emotion.

What we are and what we want to be constantly changing the theater of our existence, we are choosing actors and extras, we are moving on the stage of life. Stretched between a script to follow and the purpose of obtaining a favorable review, from time to time assume different roles , creatively interpret our days to produce emotions worth living. Driven by
compulsion to repeat those steps that we have so many emotions in our childhood, we come on the scene the actors, build sets and replicate behaviors that create the pathos need to relive the emotions.
Here we spend our life in the complex world of personal we build with our emotional perceptions.

When a stimulus activates our emotional side, it begins to embroider on (produces projections) until the object become more challenging rewarding as it will be able to get close to the image ideal that we created in our minds.
As will be more a source of disharmony (dystonic points) the more we will feel our real image as a binding and frustrating situation because they are too far away from our dreams.

If the real image is the result of our emotions, that exists because we perceive so, it is equally true that we can act to change .
not with the logic and the "will power" but trying to reduce the conflict that is in us.

We can therefore understand how the dialogue with our unconscious becomes essential to find the ' harmony. Why
found the alliance with our unconscious, we can change reality!

REDUCE YOUR CONFLICT AND NON change yourself:
SARA 'IN FACT THE FACT YOUR ' A CHANGE.

by Dario Nicosia

http://www.emotivia.it/la_realta_relativa.htm

Often there are observable facts, not the name is critical on our behavior and way of relating to others. I like to understand how they see people, I like to create situations, I enjoy dressing up as a clown and elicit different reactions, anger or laughter, and based on their observations, reflected.

xxxxx If some are, others maybe not. And if they really were, how would I know? If I meet someone I think is 'stupid, first of all respect the fact that you do not and' conscious and, first of all still remains my personal opinion, not 'a truth'.

On my account I have heard many, the mere fact of being always myself, and I mean even dressed as a clown, with appurtenances, (and hence NO I am taken down), sometimes created misunderstandings, comments, concerns'. I'm not offended, 'cause, I repeat, everyone has a right to his opinion, everyone sees reality' differently. My attitude is confusing to those before me, yet I watch from behind glass at the reaction (s' s a bit like wings flapping in my face ... birdfly ...). So listen, to process ... I put into question, and I take everything 'in a positive way. Benvenga reviews, criticisms and comments. Hello.

PS This is not intended as a lesson for anyone, just for me.

How Much Is Cherry Eye Surgery

Discolodino

A good start all week! Thank you for the comments below Luisa "frettolina" Elizabeth ABChobby, the magic Raffaele, Gislene and Joyce, Sails / Ivy, DanielaCerri, Anam, Vania, Lucy, Lydia, Sabrinaesse, Nadia, PolePole, Adele and my guardian angel ... and 'useless to justify the absence, there' who cares, who's not, I wish, however, to recognize and thank those who are 'past pe r hi. The Christmas period it takes me a lot and here I have to put your time to your PC. The only thing I want to leave on my virtual diary written before the end of the year '... that I could not resist ... I asked Strix to get me a speedy-course Macrame' ... cherroba! Even this one I read somewhere, I do not know where and I do not know who said it ... but I was buzzing to tell him ... "Teaching is not 'filling a bucket but lighting a fire." And here among u bit n 'the house is on fire .......! ^ _ ^


Kisses to all all all !!!!!! I leave the picture of my clown Discolo dino, did some 'years ago, and taken from an old book of crochet Mom.

Baby Rosy Cheeks And Chin

... I wanted to see the reality '. What a relief to wake up.
(www.glispietati.it)

Logitech Rightsound 2

Santa Claus in Georgia ... A GOOD TRIP!

Poems About Seperation Anxiety

Gislene Teresa and e. .. work in progress ...

to thank the kind prizes the two friends bloggie r TERESA and GISLENE , always present and generous.

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... work in progress. ..

Proto Metal Scooter Wheels

"The Dream" to open eyes ...

More 'time passes, more' I realize that some people leave in everyone's life a sign of their passage, remain etched in the album of the emotions ... the teacher of elementary schools, Fedelina that all of the out terribly afraid, but we children adored ... Professor Tick, an alternate technique, in which two or three days has taught us the "method" to study, ignoring the concepts of his subject ... my employer, very young, between tears and smiles, I was taught to "work" Mara, who during Pope's illness' has accompanied me nied, making the process pain with colors and sounds ... my yoga teacher, Mario, who arrived at the crossroads "right or left?", he inverted, like a sock , speaking of the "dualism" and making me understand that I must assess the ' together ... and many others who were and "a point and head "in the book of my life.

This story, written in my own way (usually complicates things more 'simple), will recall a meeting among the many who have left his signature on the album ... the encounter between a small Tit female (and 'the name of a bird that sounded good to me ...), and a White Witch ...


"There was once a small Tit (original entrance) spensietaro happy and he loved to fly across seas and mountains, valleys and rivers ... he always carried with him 'a container where collected pebbles, leaves, twigs, shells daughters ... explosive rava far and wide, stopping to d oss \u200b\u200b ervare everything, even if inert ... collected everything 'that he felt satisfied ... carried the container to the nest, and mam but on time, gl the saying, "What do you will ever need all these things are useless, they outline, but throw it ..."... Codi, persuaded and pushed out of his reverie, he replied: "No, Mom, I'm not useless, I want to create for ourselves something, I would give life to something new ... see, if you paste twig here, and another here ... "

Mom snorted, but then when you thought it would be removed, he would" nest clean! "Every so often, Codi, listening to music, dancing, waving, landed, opened the container with the loot and cut out, glued, painted, tied, mix og ni mama said that it was "useless".

One day meeting 'a Uccea llin male and you ',... attended for a while together they went to take long flight through the woods, and discovered that both had the p axion for the mountains ... they decided to get married and their union was born a "little" brisk brisk ...
Codi, little by little, overwhelmed by priority 'domestic from work and concern for the little baby, you walk away' from q uelle that once were his dreams, he stopped flying in his own world and daydreaming ... the months passed, and a few years, and Codi was always busy with many things in the ... evening, tired, exhausted, she returned to the nest, waiting only the time to go to bed ...

One of 'sun, aim to provide food for lunch, tell' a smell coming from a forest that apparently had not yet explored ... I follow 'the trail and came down to see ... leaning against a branch to diabetes, he saw before him 'a little white cottage that stands out among huge colorful flowers ... a soft smoke coming out the chimney ... in fact Codi felt that "fragrance" becoming more and more' strong ... felt enthusiasm and thoughtfulness, emotion that, unfortunately, I feel so much ... what would you want to do things of the past, dream and fan tastic but ... no n knew where to start ...

The incurable 'mo lto a writing engraved on a piece of bark and hung on the door of the white house: "The Dream" ... "It will be 'just a dream" I' ...
begin 'to flit from branch to branch, approached' at the window, leaped near the large window, frames from twigs and berries, and curious' ... in ampoules and stills, and wool yarn, fabrics and all sorts of colors, embroideries ... a long-haired lady was sitting on a rocking chair and sing tbsp a tune, gracefully weaving a plot, on fine linen ivory ... "What a place, and 'Why this ? Codi said to himself'..." As I meet these lla lady, maybe she would know the way to show me the path so that I p Erdut ... "

The long-haired lady, conscious dell'esserino stuck to the glass de the window, got up, 'open' the door and said politely: "Hello, who are you? Why 'You stand there' all alone? Sign in if you like ..." A Codi did not seem real, it was like entering a magical world, and the scent of wood and resin ... "Tell me, where are you? Have you lost? Can I buy you a cup of tea to spices?" asked the nice lady ...
'Aime', I can not find 'the way of fantasy, I feel the fragrance of enthusiasm, but do not know where to start ... "Anyway, my name is Codi. Where am I? All things seem to point out here that the result of years and years of work, perhaps a hundred, maybe more '... but the lady that I see before to me it shows hardly a q uarantina ... that devilry and 'this? I'm dreaming, maybe e. .. where is the secret of all this? "

Mrs. took two steaming cups of tea , will offer 'to a Co of , adjusted' hair, sat in the rocking chair and slight air of serenity with said "Actually you're right, you're not dreaming, 's all real, but the devil has nothing to do ... my years are many, and a bit' not count them more '... I have so many things to do and create ... I have no intention of being distracted by the passing time ... he is sufficient unto itself, while I imm ergo another size ... "

Such Radha to Soam said: "Youth is not 'a period of life,' instead of a state m body, and 'hardening of the will'. And 'a quality' of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the desire for adventure on that of convenience ': Not as you get older' cause you have a certain number of years, but because 'it renunciation of one's ideals. The years wrinkle the skin, but the waiver enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. "

Codi was stunned by so much wisdom and gambling'...:" Ma .. but. .. only white witches ... "
" My name 'Strix ... "interrupted the lady" ... and you are welcome ... here there is' room for everyone who loves creativity ', there are no limits to the imagination and there is no' difference to anyone ... you look the way you tell 'the secret to find it ... close your eyes and let yourself go , carried away from your desires and your fantasies, for it! "

Codi could not believe that the secret for themselves enclosed in a mu the to so 'simple ... with patience, Strix, the call' to sit beside her, took a cut of flax, u n August , wire, put everything in front of Codi and said, "Let us leave here, from Old Point; embroidery and 'delightful art and relaxing, and you give 'way to take off again ... " Codi feel 'that he had found confirmation and comfort, look' deep gratitude for Strix ...

convinced that nothing and no one would ever again 'taken out of the path ... chirping' strong fort, with a great leap came out 'at the door, leading' the flight and went 'on and on and on, in the clouds and then down ... 'to glide ... felt the cool air between the feathers and the scent of pure , it seemed to see all things from another perspective .....
decided to open his own "little piece of heaven " where to retire any time, and flutter happy and carefree, and playing and laughing and joking, and find new friends ....."

The story ends Here, NO, NO, INDEED, BEGINS HERE
... ... and if you like to go through the LELIBOSCO , a young grove, where Codi meets in secret the lady with long hair, you can discover DREAM of Strix ... "a dream come true ".....

... the story was created to reveal a bit 'me, and to introduce you to my teacher and friend Federica embroidery, to which I owe much and to whom I had dedicated this post at the beginning of "Elitebirdfly," which takes me into the path of the imagination and encourages me to continue ...

Funny Faces Like Jibjab

would like to thank, and shamefully late, I have two friends who kindly donated these prizes:

Cristina (Cristina crochet)
and Adriana (the path of the imagination),
thank you!
(like I have 'written, I do not feel to shoot a few, then those who want to go and do it, can' pick them up.)

*****

Here I find myself, after having received these awards very welcome to talk about self-esteem ... I'm working on it a bit 'up,' cause I often lacking, and in this regard, I sign this story ...



"Inside the locket was a small mirror, the girl in the mirror and saw reflected his image.
" That's me! "I think '." I'm just me. I am the magic of the medallion. "
From that day I wear 'always at the neck. And at least once a day, keeping it close, whispered:" I believe in you. "
The medallion was full of his special magic, and from that when it does not separate myself 'never.

ELIZABETH KODA-Callan The Magic Locket (1988)

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WRONG?

"Wrong" - (Depeche Mode)

Translation:
I was born under the sign
wrong in the wrong house
with the wrong ancestry
I took the wrong road
trends that led to wrong
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
for the wrong reason and rhyme wrong
the wrong day of the
wrong week I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong Wrong


Is there something wrong with me from the standpoint of chemical
something inherently wrong in
me wrong in the mix wrong genes
I reached the end with the wrong means wrong
was a wrong floor
into the wrong hands
wrong with the theory for the wrong man
lies wrong, wrong on vibration
the wrong questions with answers Wrong wrong


Wrong

I was marching with the drum wrong
with foam
wrong to make fun of the wrong energy
using all the lines wrong and
wrong sign
wrong with the intensity
wrong page of the book was in the wrong
with the wrong interpretation of the hook wrong
I made the wrong move, wrong every night
wrong with the sound until was correct, yeah

Wrong wrong


too long
Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house

with the wrong ancestry
I took the wrong road
that led to wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
for wrong reason and the rhyme wrong
the wrong day of the week wrong
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Now listen to this song that I like a lot'................. even though the words are not very bright and optimistic, the melody m'acchiappa and therefore "Pessimism exorcise All World" and lie down in THOUSAND !!!!!........................... ..........................

not always ... you can 'be
agree with what' that is said or written ...

... but the sound of their strings

can not control.


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Whole Eye Fillet Steak

A long speech, a long pause ...

Each year in September,

in my country, Dolo (VE), a historical re-enactment takes place


called "Riviera Fiorita".

Many boats and barges,
garments tailored to the age,
parade along the Riviera del Brenta,

with many in costume. The event traces


the holiday period of the Doge of Venice in these places,
with the whole "battery" of relatives, friends and acquaintances
the following ...

(when he went on vacation,
obviously
were all on vacation!)

Sunday, October 4,
Dolo always, will be held 'traditional
"Craftsman's Day in the Square", which
I decided to participate ...

... the kitchen table and 'now impractical, not having much injured
'
spaces where you can mess around a bit '...

... just this week ...
then will return 'to normal' ... (Maybe)

... in fact there is' another market in list ...

December 8, Vicenza,
there will be 'the market
"Christmas in the Course" Course in
Fogazzaro ...

but the best and 'I will not be' alone ...

... with the blog I got to know many people
...

... one in particular I had asked for information on markets
...

and after
discovered that we lived too far away, we decided to do this adventure together ...

along the way ... I will tell you 'something extra' ...

Meanwhile, Sunday, Oct. 4, I'll jump into the fray,
and go as go ...
... I want to have fun!

news after the market ...
also because 'I will not be' alone here either ...
two "little new knowledge"
follow me ...

A clue?
"... the magic there, just believe!"

BACIBACI to ALL!



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