Firstly, you should have known better, because wonderful people from Google emailed me your IP. Secondly, even if you managed to get to my mail, you should have known that:
a) Balkan people NEVER write anything important in emails, we are paranoid by default;
b) even if you got my social number and all – i belong to a tiny nation where every second person is your cousin, frauds like that won’t work over here AND
c) unless you can curse in both Yiddish and Chinese, you can never pretend to be me.
Also, i am too shy to take any kind of remotely indecent pictures AND i’d never email anything which i would mind seeing on the front page of a newspaper (a best-selling one, that is). To learn of the piquant details of my day-to-day life, most of which have to do with diligent studying and arduous weight lifting, you’ll have to wait for the sequel of my memoir to be published in an overpriced hard cover edition.
In case that you should repeat the attempt, be warned that, albeit she usually takes some time to do so, but… karma inevitably proves that she too is a BITCH.
What shall i wish you at the end? Well, as the saying goes:
May your codpiece be the playground of a thousand mosquitoes and
may the leaves you recklessly used to relieve the pain turn out to be poison ivy!
Yours (sic) faithfully,
To make it up for my absence from WP – after the images and words on Russian winter – here is an eye candy of another kind for you to enjoy. I was on a work trip on the coast and had very little free time so the pictures are taken late in the afternoon and early in the morning, when i made it out of the hotel and away from the duty. The pictures were taken at The Budva Riviera and at the Bay of Kotor, hope you’ll like them.
Father dearest recently made as non-PC comment as it gets; being a pro politician who more so had intermarried way before it was the thing to do, he actually said-while bursting into laughter: (insert the F-word) it turns out Montenegrin literature is written mainly by Jews, Greeks and Turks! He was referring to ethnic background of some of our most acclaimed contemporary writers, myself being included too… Now, some people can get away with anything – and my father, who was a dissident during wars in former Yugoslavia, had quit a lucrative career in federal ministry of foreign because he opposed back then ruling politics of ethnic and religious intolerance, he who had emigrated, had actively participated in resistance to Milosevic’s disastrous politics and who significantly contributed to the dictator’s overthrow – he can crack a joke like that and get away with it. The thing is that he is right too – at least a half of our most prominent contemporary writers belong to ethnic minorities whereas the rest in their biographies state either growing up abroad or spending prolonged periods of time out of the old country. In full honesty, no wonder it is so – very often, to become a writer, one needs to be an outsider – at least in some way and at least for certain period of time. See, if you grew up in certain surroundings, if you spent your formative years in the same neighborhood, if you never changed schools, friends and even countries and languages – you can be tricked to perceive it all as ‘normal’, regular, just the way it should be. And it is so – communities and societies have their own little worlds with their own customs, traditions, verbal etiquette, dress codes and what not, which groups of people develop when sharing the same geo-economic space over prolonged period of time. We can thank the painful process of acculturation for some of the best classical and contemporary novels – and in particular the novels by American Jewish writers of the first generation, such as Philip Roth and Saul Bellow, who filled their narrative with stories of assimilation. (Luckily the “trend” is over by now and the The New Yiddishist happily integrate various cultural components into their own selves as well as into their writing.)
After a personal exodus from what once was Yugoslavia, after the country had fallen apart and we remained without nationality and mother-tongue, i got lucky to end up in proverbially tolerant Montenegro where i can explore the bits and pieces of my own background and write of the complex puzzle those add up to, without ever getting slurred.
My first book, The Archetype of Miracles, is collection of essays written from 1996 to 2005, which reflect the adaptation to my reacquired homeland. I was raised as a Montenegrin, having never really lived in the old country; when my family had moved back to where my paternal ancestors lived for centuries – to my amazement, as much as i felt i belong there, i discovered i was… well, an outsider.
My identifying with Montenegrin people came from the stories of heroic battles i was told in the childhood, from national dishes my non-Montenegrin mother learned to make majestically and from the long summers spent in the magical Black Mountains… There is that joke of the guy who, having kept the free will after death, got to choose himself between the Heaven and Hell. As the story goes, Heaven turned out to be meekish somehow, very nice, but quite boring whereas the two week independent travel to Hell felt as an exciting adventure; upon having chosen the Hell for his permanent residence, all the excitement was gone and the poor chap was placed in a notorious boiling cauldron. On his kvetching that it wasn’t what was promised and expected, the host with horns and tail laughingly replied: Oh, i see, you confused tourism with emigration!
My own experience was more or less like that too and being cooked in the cauldron of adaptation for a decade or so resulted in five books so far.
When you happen to be of some world, yet for one reason or another out of it – willingly or not you become an observer and eventually, given that you don’t know a single soul close enough so to share your impressions, you start writing.
“These men are in prison: that is the Outsider’s verdict. They are quite contented in prison—caged animals who have never known freedom; but it is prison all the same. And the Outsider? He is in prison too: nearly every Outsider in this book has told us so in a different language; but he knows it. His desire is to escape. But a prison-break is not an easy matter; you must know all about your prison, otherwise you might spend years in tunnelling, like the Abbe in The Count of Monte Cristo, and only find yourself in the next cell.” Colin Wilson, The Outsider
In Osho Zen, the Suit of Rainbows corresponds to traditional Tarot’s Suit of Coins/ Pentacles; the Fives in Tarot denote difficulties and struggles and Five of Pentacles/Coins usually denotes (ephemeral, but still) feeling of isolation and insecurity.
Some century and a half ago Fyodor Tyutchev, one of the greatest poets of Russian Romanticism wrote a quatrain that with time became proverbial:
You cannot grasp Russia with your mind
Or judge her by any common measure,
Russia is one of a special kind –
You can only believe in her.
(translation via Russkiy mir)
Celebration of the New Year is one of those occasions when i become aware of this truth even more than usually – you can’t get Russia with your mind (or with with any other of your brain functions for that matter.)
Right, we know it all – that New Year madness has roots in various Pagan festivals, that during communism it was forbidden to celebrate Christmas and the symbolic of the two Holidays were switched and traded off… Still, none of it explains the contagious fanaticism with which majority of Russians ‘sees off the old year’ and greets the new. (In Russian language it’s literally ‘seeing off’ the old year and ‘meeting’ the new one, mind you.)
There are countless traditions to be observed before the Holiday and within its course – from paying off all your debts, via tiding your home generally to asking forgiveness from the people you hurt and what not.
Couple of weeks leading to December 31st we are having an extended “Black Friday” over here – the amount of shopping that’s done is intimidating and overwhelming, yet it can’t be avoided; see, it’s a must because you simply have to give gifts to as much people as possible and you have to buy tons of stuff for yourself as well… Among else, you have to stock up on food because it’s an 8 day long public holiday and the stores are closed at least until January the 3d. (In case you’ve skipped that, like i did, you’ll be living exclusively on chocolate and cookies which are gifted generously in the spirit of the season – you can’t get any other food in this time, unless you’ve provided for yourself in advance.)
Thus one of the NY traditions is to watch ad nauseum the movie Irony of Fate or Enjoy Your Bath, a romantic comedy from 1976 on which importance for Russian people even some serious books were written – see Olga Fedina’s book, What Every Russian Knows (And You Don’t)
“Foreigners who spend years mastering classical Russian grammar and getting used to the rapid-fire slangy exchanges of contemporary spoken Russian need one more thing: a personal cultural guide. We dream of someone who will take us by the hand and explain why a 30-year-old film is still watched by the whole family every New Year’s Eve, whisper the allusions to films in the jokes our co-workers are making, and help us understand how a traditional fairy tale shaped our friends’ characters and sense of morality” says the author and i couldn’t agree more with her.
In those three hours that movie lasts you get a glimpse into Russia’s drinking culture – and if you are from the West or from Balkans like i am, i bet you that you won’t get it (i know i don’t – out of first ninety minutes of the first sequel, some 25 min are devoted to provision and consumption of alcohol); you’ll get an insight into the notorious pressure to which Russian women are subjugated to marry and have family (almost 30 years later hardly anything changed there); besides, you’ll see what a Russian banya stands for and maybe you’ll understand why Russian people attend it with a religious devotion (i confess i don’t get that either.) Mind you, these are just first 30 minutes of the movie which can’t be re-told, but can be watched on youtube with English subtitles: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVpmZnRIMKs
Another NY custom, which goes observed with religious-like fanaticism, is the traditional Russian zastolye – at least six courses and several hours long meal accompanied by unlimited quantities of alcohol and countless toasts to health and honor of the participants. Some of the ‘ritual foods’ are pickled herring, caviar, Olivier salad, mandarines and all of it seems to be deeply rooted in pre-Christian observances and connection to the departed ancestors; anyway it is, by now zastolye is an essential part of Russian way of living which, being a foreigner, you’ll never ever understand.
I pulled a card from my Véritable Tarot de Marseille and it was 3 of Wands/ Bâtons:
It’s a plain in imagery card – three wands are interlocking, leaves curling out from the intersection – yet it’s meaning, tied to the Empress and the Suit of Fire, is rich and promising; the card usually denotes the awaiting of goodness and abundance which somehow we happen to know is just about to arrive…
On that note, i am wishing you a Happy New Year, may it be as joyous, abundant and fulfilling, as Russian zastolye is 😉
- 7 Ways to Have a Happy Russian New Year (Photo Essay) (themoscowtimes.com)
- Revealing Russia II: Emancipation and the discovery of who Russians are (voiceofrussia.com)
- Can European socialism be good to Russia? (english.pravda.ru)
- Prejudices about Russia (stasyinmunich.wordpress.com)
- Eight myths about Russia (indrus.in)
- Festivities continue till the Old New Year arrives (indrus.in)
Tarot’s Tower does come across as a phallic symbol and in some interpretations it is read as such*; the Star accordingly could be read as female orgasm – and as connection to sephirot Binah and whatnot.
It’s one of the Major Arcanum I have working knowledge of, but can’t connect to on a deeper level, I don’t get it.
Yes, I know it all – the connection to even more confusing Biblical tale of the Babylonian Tower; for an uber-intellectual analysis of the Arcanum and references to anyone you can think of – from Nimrod to Plutarch, see “Jung and Tarot: An Archetypal Journey” by Sallie Nichols… It is a great book on theory of Tarot and I recommend it heartily, but I do doubt it will improve your practical reading skills even the tiniest bit.
It’s been said before that Tarot is a language – a system of signs in semiotic understanding. As such, it does need to be studied both theoretically and practically. To me personally, the two aspects of studying do go hand in hand, otherwise – theory without practice is abstract and dry, whereas practice without theoretic studying tends to turn the discipline into mere fortune-telling. (Nothing too wrong about it, except that on philosophical level it’s diametrically opposed to the doctrine of free will, whereas in practice it too easily activates the notorious ‘negative self-fulfilling prophecy’, ie. negative predictions do influence sitter’s mind on various levels.)
I am not going to re-digest numerous valid and known interpretations of the Arcanum XVI, those didn’t do much for me. I did learn over years what Tower means in my readings – it’s usually denoting couple of days of stress and upset, but not more than that. (One of the cards I dislike getting way more is the depressing and dis-empowering Hanged Man, that energy for me is way more difficult to handle than shaky and unpredictable Tower.)
What I wanted to share is an unusual and non-deterministic take on the Tower to which I came during last couple of days, since I relocated once again from Montenegro to Moscow.
See, nevertheless we too speak a Slavic language and albeit my country throughout history had close ties with Russia – our own Balkan mentality and Mediterranean way of living has nothing to do with Russian ways. Italian mentality is close to ours – and no wonder, it is a neighboring country to ours and good part of Montenegro was historically ruled by Venetia. We get along with Turks very well – after all – as much as we fought throughout history, we did live in a close proximity for some 400 years and by now we do have a lot in common, taste in foods and similar cuisines among it. But Russians… as much as we love them, we have close to nothing in common with them – neither the system of values, nor the way of life. And it’s tough for me, every time I come here, to adapt and adjust to it all once again – and here we come to the Towerish experience which I wanted to share.
I wrote before on secondary linguistic personality and cultural adaptation ( you can read an excellent material – Russian source translated into English – here http://www.russcomm.ru/eng/rca_biblio/l/leontovich02_eng.shtml ), learning a foreign language is a profoundly transforming and deeply Tower-ish experience.
Leading kabbalistis of our times, such as Shaul Youdkevitch, say that the language we speak molds our personalities – and albeit I am a doctoral candidate in linguistics, I quote kabbalists way more gladly than linguists and philosophers. (After all, during brief 45 min of intro lecture to Kabbalah – which is mostly on what Kabbalah is NOT- one learns way more than during hours long, boring and pretentious lectures by Slavoy Zizek for example, at least it is so in my experience.) The thing with me is that by now I speak Russian as a native and they don’t figure out easily I am a foreigner; but my attitude is foreign to them and that brings about a lot of confusion. Our society back home is conservative – and so is Russian, but in very different ways; I am from patriarchal culture, but I am not used to patronizing to which I am exposed over here due to my gender – and Russians are not used to women being as assertive as I am, at least not at my age (I look younger my biological age.) Back at home I don’t act from the framework of my gender – I am a responsible person, a member of the community and most often my gender is irrelevant to whatever I am doing or saying. It’s not so in mother Russia. I was told I speak too much for a woman (by a member of the academy of science, mind you.) I am constantly reminded I don’t need bother too much, it’s suffices that my looks are somewhat pleasing to the eye. That bothers me. I wasn’t raised as a girlie girl – I was raised to be a person, not a girl. More so that at my age and with social position I have back home it is ridiculous to be reduced to some kind of decoration… but it is what it is. I learned so far that there isn’t much point in arguing and explaining feminist premises to anyone, people get it or not. What’s important is that in my own microcosms – in academia and at my own Muscovite University it is NOT so; the treatment I – and most other women get out there… that I can’t change, as much as it bothers me. For the sake of the proverbial intercultural communication, you need to adapt- at least seemingly and temporarily – as difficult as it I; so, I learned a little trick, which makes my Towerish adaptation tad easier to bare – I introduced a heavy foreign accent which clearly marks me as an intruder. As soon as I step out from the comfort of Pushkin University, my faked accent distinguishes me as an outsider, a crazy foreigner, Albert Camus’ Meursault – by choice.
Meanwhile, I skyp with my family, so not to lose my mind completely 😉
* Lon Milo Duquette, Understanding Aleister Crowley’s Thoth Tarot; Weiser Books, 2003 (also Sexual Alchemy of the Thoth Tarot – DVD course by the same author)
re-posted from zenhabits
by Leo Babauta
For many years I simply lived, and got by.
But in the last few years, after learning a bit about habits and mindfulness and simplicity and love, I have changed my approach to living.
Now I see living as an art form, to be studied and played with and practiced and mastered. Of course, few ever master the art of living, and I don’t know if I ever will. Probably not.
But I can pursue this art. I can appreciate it when others do it well. I can learn about it, through experiments and observation and introspection.
My pursuit of the art of living is only just beginning, but I thought I’d share a bit about this pursuit with you, my good friends.
Beginning the Pursuit
The journey begins with a single step, a wise man said, and for me that first step is simple:
Admit I don’t know.
Learning begins by emptying your cup, so that you can fill it with what you find. Emptying your cup means getting rid of pre-set opinions.
I don’t know what the art of living is, but I am curious.
And so the path is one of open hands, of curiosity and finding out.
And it’s one of bare feet, of being open and naked, willing to be exposed to life and chaos.
It’s about clear seeing, mindfulness turned to seeing reality as it is, without trying to make things rosy or conform to the story you tell yourself.
Clear seeing, naked, open hands, curious without knowing. That’s the path that I’ve found, so far.
The Art Emerges
With clear seeing, I start to see why I (and others) suffer, why we stress and get mad at each other and want more and more.
And now I can start to apply the art of living to my days.
Here’s what I practice with, imperfectly:
Compassion. Instead of being angry or frustrated, I find the pain in others, and open my heart to them. This includes compassion for myself.
Gratitude. Life is filled with wonder, and the people around me as well. I try to open myself to that wonder, and be grateful it’s there, instead of complaining.
Joyfear. Joy is an awesome thing to have, but joyfear is present in the powerful moments in life where joy and fear mix, where we’re taking chances and doing something outside of our comfort zone that both excites us and makes us face the possibility of failure. I now embrace these moments rather than avoiding them.
Not avoiding discomfort or uncertainty. When we avoid discomfort, we are limited by our comfort zone, and new learning and new ventures become impossible. When we avoid uncertainty, we only stick to what we know. But we can purposely become good at discomfort and uncertainty, by practicing in small bite-sized chunks, over and over.
Staying with the moment, even when it’s hard. This is the hardest of all. “Living in the moment” sounds wonderful, but actually staying with the present moment isn’t ever easy. Try it: with your eyes open, sit still and stay with the sights and sounds around you for 1 minute, without your mind wandering away from them. If you don’t notice your mind wandering, either you’re an experienced mindfulness practitioner, or you didn’t notice when your mind wandered.
Relationships are everything. Getting what we want, having things our way, having control, being right … these things matter nothing compared to relationships. Imagine being in your death bed at the age of 80 … will your sense of being right and in control comfort you when you have no good relationships, no one who has loved you? Put relationships first.
Not holding on to expectations & judgments. Expectations and judgments prevent me from enjoying what I have, from enjoying the simple presence of someone else in my life. I practice with noticing these expectations and judgments, and practice with holding them loosely, letting them go.
Letting go. This is the art of living in two words: letting go. It’s letting go of judgments, expectations, wanting to be right, wanting to control, fear of discomfort, fear of uncertainty, fear of failure, fear of boredom, comparing myself to others, wanting distraction, being irritated, complaining. It’s noticing when I’m holding these, and letting go. Loosening my heart’s grip on any of these, and letting go. And then letting go again. And again.
And so the art of living is a practice, one that doesn’t end, that doesn’t have a mastery level. It’s a constant letting go, a constant picking up again, and then letting go again. And falling, and getting up without beating myself up.
The art of living is the art of getting back up.
The Art of Life Tarot by Charlene Livingstone, published by U.S. Games Systems Inc; read a great review of the deck here: http://newpathstarot.com/wordpress/index.php/art-of-life-tarot-deck-review/
- My Pursuit of the Art of Living (zenhabits.net)
- Write in your discomfort zone (5writers5novels5months.com)
- The Art of Being Happy (mrryancgeorge.wordpress.com)
- Three Responses to People Who Would Change You (makeshiftmusings.wordpress.com)
- Top 8 Benefits of Living a Minimalist Lifestyle (lifehack.org)
- How to manage your 40,000 negative thoughts a day and keep moving forward (business.financialpost.com)
- The Comfort Zone Hoax – Why Not Taking Risks is Holding You Back (ecosalon.com)
- the pursuit of happiness. (prosceniumarchedeyebrow.wordpress.com)
Android, China, Facebook, First Amendment, First Amendment to the United States Constitution, Health, iLike, India, IOS, Online Communities, Social media, Social Networking, Social Sciences, status, United Nations, United State, Update, World population
1. i agree 100% with your update (whatever it is & usually it’s something highly irrelevant to the 99% of world’s population) AND i wish i thought of it myself, but then i am a non-native speaker and still couldn’t word it so neatly, so i feel tad envious too;
2. i disagree completely, more so – i almost hate you right now, but can’t remove you from friends because there is no reasonable explanation to my neurotic reaction for our mutual fb friends, thus i’ll pretend i haven’t read your status AT ALL;
3. i didn’t reply to your cry for help not because i am insensitive, but because i am in another time zone and now, 22h later, i feel embarrassed to say anything at all;
4. i hate prolonged status updates posted late in the night, i mean, c’mmon, who has the focus for that in this ADD era?!
5. you are plain WRONG, but i am too tired to argue, so here is a passive-aggressive Like with a smirk ;
6. you post in a language i don’t speak, but you look kinda hot on your profile picture, so i Like your update & keep my fingers crossed that it isn’t about your companion being ill or something;
7. iLike your status, i really do, but it’s quite personal and i am neither sure who you are nor why i added you to friends, so i’ll pass;
8. i have no idea what you are talking about & i am too busy to read it all, but given that 78 mutual friends liked your status & commented on it Like it is!
9. despite being called ‘most anti-social invention’ by some, a Facebook “like” is a form of speech protected by the First Amendment; “Liking” something on the social media site is a “substantive statement” being made by a user – and i don’t take those lightly, because the mere sound of the phrase is legal-power-igniting & it doesn’t matter the least that i am not sure at all what substantive statements are!
10. iLike what you are saying, it comes across as intelligent and eloquent, but i am uninformed on the topic& can’t be bothered to read extensively about it, so to comment appropriately, thus i’ll pretend that i missed this one, albeit i didn’t;
11. i think i Like your status, but i am not sure & it’s my bedtime (i am in another time zone)
12. i like your status, but then i think your significant other won’t like yet another Like of mine on your Facebook wall;
13. you haven’t Liked any of my statuses recently & being a firm believer in Facebook reciprocity, i pass;
14. yours is a marketing douchebaggery, so no Like from me, despite the big puppy eyes you are making;
15. if i Like this, you’ll expect me to Like other stuff of yours; if i do – then you’ll invite me to Like your Facebook page, if i do that – all your Facebook friends will start nagging me to Like their respective Facebook pages and i don’t really like many of their pages, but would feel thorn apart if i liked some and wouldn’t like others and i don’t wish that kind of anguish for myself, so i pass!
- Facebook ‘Likes’ protected by US Constitution (telegraph.co.uk)
- Get Rid Of That Typo: Facebook Now Allows For Editing Status Updates (makeuseof.com)
- Socail Media Not That Interseting (fashioncitygirl.wordpress.com)
- I Have an Unlike Button & I’m Not Afraid to Use It !! (Week 7: Blog 1) (jwoodard73.wordpress.com)
- Your Facebook “Likes” Are an Expression of Free Speech (blogs.smithsonianmag.com)
A minimalist collector? Could it be or it’s a scholarly example of a contradiction in terms? By definition,
a person who collects things of a specified type, professionally or as a hobby, “an art collector”
Then there is the minimalist paradigm:
“Q: Why be a minimalist?
A: It’s a way to escape the excesses of the world around us — the excesses of consumerism, material possessions, clutter, having too much to do, too much debt, too many distractions, too much noise. But too little meaning. Minimalism is a way of eschewing the non-essential in order to focus on what’s truly important, what gives our lives meaning, what gives us joy and value.
Q: Isn’t minimalism boring or too sparse, with nothing in your life?
A: This is a misconception about minimalism — that it’s necessarily monk-like, empty, boring, sterile. Not at all. Well, it can be, if you go in that direction, but I don’t advocate that flavor of minimalism. Instead, we are clearing away all but the most essential things — to make room for that which gives us the most joy. Clear away the distractions so we can create something incredible. Clear away all the obligations so we can spend time with loved ones. Clear away the noise so we can concentrate on inner peace, on spirituality (if we wish), on our thinking. As a result, there is more happiness, peace, and joy, because we’ve made room for these things.” Leo Babauta
Are these two concepts compatible? Yes, if you ask me. A major Tarot collection consists of over a thousand decks – and several of my friends have them.
My own collection, in that context, is small – less than 100 decks, but all of them are exceptional either because they are hard to find, limited editions or simply because they are great reading decks and/or have outstanding artwork.
If you are going to be a savvy collector, you won’t be buying decks when they hit the Hard to Find/ Out of Print lists – by then their price has skyrocketed; you’ll be following new releases and buying them while they are fresh out of press. A newly released deck in Europe is around 20 euros, with shipment (from San Marino to you, or wherever your preferred Tarot dealer is.)
It hasn’t been unheard of that in time these decks reach 40x more of their initial purchasing value – if you do some research online, you can track the raise of value of Baba Prague’s decks for example.
Of course, commercial decks – those printed by major publishers in unlimited series – will hardly ever reach that value; so it does take a lot of researching, following Tarot artists’ work, reading forums and facebook groups (and, of course, the hearsay between the collectors) in order to make an informed and lucrative selection.
Myself, I buy decks I am impressed with at the first sight, that’s about it. I’ve never sold a deck, albeit I gave away at least two times more of what I kept for myself. (And among those decks are many which I received as a gift.)
It’s possible to make a business of it and many Tarotists do it, I find it to be an uber cool way to make an income – it’s artsy, it’s exciting, it’s magical – what else would one want from a business? I live of other things, so mine, at least for the time being, is directed towards acquiring the artwork I love and decks I enjoy reading.
I don’t necessarily need to possess every single deck I admire and I definitely don’t keep a single deck that I am not absolutely crazy about.
True, i was (jokingly) called cruel by a dear friend of mine who’s the owner of one of the world’s most impressive collections, she said that one can’t simply discard decks they don’t like because they are… like children… And it’s true, as much as collecting might come across as a greedy and possessive thing to do to those who simply don’t get it – once you become a collector, you develop quite a deep , emotional bond with the items you collect. (Mind you, i spend less on that than most people spend on unhealthy eating habits or some other vice of their choice.)
My “problem” is that besides decks, I collect books…
My living space (in Montenegro) is 85m2, I am a clean freak and at the same time I am trying to simplify my life… Improbable, but doable.
Until recently, I had a library – a room furnished with shelves only, where books used to dwell. The problem was that it took me 8h every other week to un-dust and tidy it and with my working schedule it did become a chore. With the books I apply the same principles as with decks – only loved ones and those of big value stay, everything else is gifted, donated and some of it – even thrown to the dust bin. I’ve moved what’s left to a closet. In that closet I used to store table linen – all those embroidered clothes and napkins… I got rid of those. As much as I love table art and albeit I am having guests often, I did downsize there. I opted for table clothes which don’t need to be ironed and paper napkins – albeit that causes heartache to my mother and my grandmother probably wouldn’t talk to me at all after that heresy. See, those napkins took me 4h every other week – to be washed, cleaned of vine stains and ironed… I don’t have that much time.
I applied the same principle to all the areas of my life – hobbies, friendships and even online forums and facebook groups.
There are many people and things I really like, but very few I can’t live without; the very little free time I get – I choose to spend on the latter.
(And here are some images of my home and how I’ve organized it during the latest de- cluttering .)
“Make the place where you live to be your place, even if it was not your own choice. And make yourself an essential part of this place. So you belong. Your life is the entire life. If the grass is greener somewhere else, then you let your life get lost. And the people you live with, lose you. Make thís grass green, fill in your place, give coordinates to your life. An unlimited life does not make you exist, but a limited one makes a big presence.” LiSe’s Hexagram 54
- The Elora Tarot Project is Fabulous! (jameswells.wordpress.com)
- Trend: The Minimalist (popupblog.co.za)
- How I Got Into Tarot (hermetically.net)
- Tarot Blast From The Past: The Ukiyoe Tarot (usgs.typepad.com)
- 078 – Dos XX Tarot Cards (behance.net)
- A Tour Through my Tarot Decks (sonyacheney.wordpress.com)
Mother dearest took these while vacationing in Mount Zlatibor. I am sharing them here (with permission), just in case you wondered after whom i got hooked on photography – and on prophecies too… At 8ht photo from the bottom you see mom standing beside wooden monument of Tarabic brothers – the famed Foreseers of Kremna, all’s said 😉
- Mt. Zlatibor, London and Week 3! (meritmaking.wordpress.com)
- The Balkans 101: How much do you know? Take our quiz. (csmonitor.com)