Life

Out of bed very early this morning, and apart from how I was woken up, it was worth it. A beautiful morning, all you could hear were the birds singing and chatting away, the sun was out and the sky amazing.

And as I stood there outside, still feeling and looking rosy, I once again realised how breathtaking life can be. My body started shaking, not heavily, but enough to feel the warmth of love running through my heart and soul.

Everybody has the right to feel what I felt this morning. Give yourself the chance. A start to achieve it could be by reading this.
If nobody else does, wake yourself up. I can tell you, it is worth it...

J

Gregorian shivers

Covers of existing songs can be awful, an humiliation for the one who wrote and/or sung it before... but some of them are sometimes even better, or just a good try, or make the song a complete different version of the original.

This last option goes for "My Immortal" - Gregorian style. It's one of my favorite songs anyway, and this gives it a very unusual twist... love it!

J

Innocence

Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is
a field. I'll meet you there.
~ Rumi

Innocence

is a term that describes the lack of guilt of an individual, with respect to any kind of crime, sin, or wondering.

(Children are usually considered to be innocent and to gradually lose this attribute through maturity by gaining knowledge of the adult world).
source: Wikipedia.

For I never want my loved ones to loose their innocence.

J

MY IMMORTAL, endless hurts

Why is it, that every time I think I finally understand the moody business, it feels like I'm being tested?

Why do I feel that I have to prove myself to this horrible voice inside me, again, when I felt confident enough to stand up and let it all out? Damn!

My head is filled with questions. Maybe I'm wrong, but who knows: is it part of the long road to the full acceptance of yourself? That you also have to accept that those feelings will never die? Immortality for the negative? Are the bumps in the road reminders of the vulnerable you, tortured by the bad and stubborn little demons in your head? And when you stumble and fall flat on your face, they turn to you like Anne Robinson and viciously say:

"You're the weakest link, goodbye!"

Oh well, if testing me is what they want, then let them (said with my brave face-mask on). When I get my act together, I'll fight back. For now, I have to focus on getting the strength back, without being disturbed or influenced by whatever or whoever is trying to do so. As usual, my fav recipe is used again to try to fulfill my needs. Suppose you can call that testing too.

And anyway, feeling weak is almost a pleasure with this Evanescence song...