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78 comments:
The first question which came to me was to know if it was symmetrical. I saw that it is not .
Momo, did you see this tree in the sky or in your dreams ?
I like very much trees.
Krn, It's just almost symetrical, indeed.
I see this tree in my head of course, but also in my dreams, I've a remember from my childhood regarding a trip in fligh from Chile to Italia. The hostess and the orange candy's, them smile and a strange dream of stellar square trough the window, etc..
Me too, I like trees.
Orange candies were my favorite ones when I was young.
Is it a dream or something you remember ?
Twice.
You liked orange's candies ?
Now, I don't like sugar, I prefer other kind of sugar.
I don't like either the taste of the sugar, but I still like oranges.
Other kind of sugar ? Honey ?
Sometimes, I dream too.
It was the full moon, early, in the early hours, At the foot of the stairs of the square of the quite numbed opera.
You shivered with cold and you tightened me against you, tenderly but so strongly at night as the first train due to leave for Venice, Verona or Florence, I would have taken it with you…
And as lost and mislaid children, we would have together laughed at desperate days.
Hello, krn, I don't understood all you said, but it seem very nostalgic and romantic :-)
You are right, Momo, it was a very tender and romantic dream.
Dazzling, this tree!
Nobody has ever amazed me as Momo, Doréus.
This tree is like his author.
Hoooo, a new word !!!! Thank you, Doreus :-)
Krn, I would like to have a trunk like this tree.
Momo, trees are not as the human being. The main part is not in the appearance.
The age of a tree, it is also its beauty.
A hundred-years-old oak is magnificent. The human kind looks only at the outside beauty.
Momo, I have never seen you, but for me, you are magnificent, as this tree.
Ho, it's more than I can bear, thank you, krn :-)
Momo, what misses us, both of us, it is not the trunk, they are roots. These roots which anchor us in the ground and which give us energy of the Earth.
But roots aren't too much sedentary ? I like move.
You can move as you want.
I speak about roots of energy.
There is also an energy which comes from the sky.
I am searching how tell that in my blog.
Interesting subject, so I waiting for you in your blog.
In the meantime, good night, krn :-)
Rootedness is one thing that is too often missing in our fast-paced civilisation.
We too often act like moths attracted to artificial lights... and finding out too late that they are not the light we were searching for.
Rootedness does not require one to be sedentary, but give grounding wherever one happens to be.
Protestant theologian Paul Tillich used to speak of God as the "ground of being". I like that idea of the divine.
The night is over, Momo.
I hope you will be fine to day. For me, it's time to work.
The divine is all around us, Doréus, and the Earth is part of it. Good night.
I saw the moon this evening. it was tiny, with a foggy halo around it.
The weather is cold and wet.
Good night.
Good night, krn.
Thank you for your visit.
:-*
Trees can be a subtle source of energy, of illumination or even cure.
They are also an ancestral symbol of Beauty and Freedom.
Numerous traditions advise to speak to trees, to touch them or to meditate under their shade.
It is the case at Celts, Buddhists and Amerindians.
Trees allow to to recharge one's batteries. We can contact them with an aware approach, with meditation, by tightening them in the arms or by leaning of the side where the energy emanates from them.
I feel your tree as a very benefic one.
So the meaning of trees is almost the same around the world ?
Formerly, the human being was in communion with the nature, everywhere.
Now, only certain awakened persons feel this enormous energy.
It is a energy rather easily perceptible, it is just necessary to pay attention to it .
I can feel it, and I am sure you can too, as you are a sensitive person.
krn, indeed, I am sure I can too, water become more and more cold, today it was at 3 degrees, and I can say that I felt the nature surrounded. Yesterday, I went to the swimmingpool, because I have to make exercices, but, really, chlorinated water isn't my cup of tea. Anyway, I'll continue go to the pool, at least untill mars, because it isn't possible swim enough time into the cold water. Detail, after pool I have a strong smell of chlore.
Regrettably, Momo, it is impossible to keep a water exempt from harmful entities in a reservoir closed as a swimming pool.
The Chlorine just guarantees hygiene, not energy, even if there is all the same a little bit of it, it is water.
I hate chlorine, sometime I ask myself if we are in process of destruction of the earth with all these chimical products (but I think the earth know very well how to get rid of humans).
But, all things considered, there are a kind of erotic of the swimmingpool not unpleasant, maybe it's more easy to go to the pool if I try see the things in this way.
Erotic? For once I believe that we don't have the same perception of things.
In what a tank in concrete where the slightest sound reverberates until become inaudible can evoke eroticism?
I try, krn, I try, otherwise isn't impossible for me come back there.
Erratum : "... isn't possible for me come back there".
Yes, I understood that it isn't possible to come back to the swimming pool if you have no interest.
It was just the word "erotic" which amazed me.
Maybe it's him inspired me this term...
http://lunettesrouges.blog.lemonde.fr/2008/06/25/miroslav-tichy-a-pompidou-1/
http://lunettesrouges.blog.lemonde.fr/2005/08/15/2005_08_miroslav_tichy/
A pool may not be erotic in itself... but it can engender eroticism (I do speak from personal experience here...)
I'm interested about your experience of pool, Doreus, but I don't know if I can wait more details.
Krn, why exactly the term erotic has amazed you ?
Eroticism is everywhere, even in the ugly things.
For me this is a new thing, I never saw pool in this way, but the eroticism of pools isn't a thing so unknow as far as I know, finally I believe to have understood why people appreciate so the swimming pool. .
I'm happy to have found a new way to go to the swimming pool, and I don't talk only from the scopic way. Of course, chlore stay there, but maybe it will less corrosive.
Chlorine is not something that ever is really pleasant, but you will be able to get over this feeling if you have another reason to enjoy the exercise you get in the pool. You can still return to the pristine waters of the lake for purification.
As for the story... It shall remain a secret; not something I would vent out here in public. It was a long time ago (20 years, actually!)
Momo, I looked at the links about Miroslav Tichy.
"Miroslav" means "Beauty of the world"
I am going to search more about it.
I meant: the work of this man.
Momo, Doréus, to come back to the eroticism in swimming pool, doesn't it seem to you, through the images of Miroslav Tichy, that the eroticism is this part of mystery which surrounds the object of the desire?
Isn't it more erotic to suggest rather that to show? Don't we say that the best moment of love, it is when we are going upstairs?
When the time of the discovery is over, the eroticism is a game. We can by this game, discover somebody else through the person whom we trust.
Imagination and fantasy are the roots of the eroticism.
Doreus, I absolutely understand you.
What do you think about Matoo's blog ?
Krn, did you find more information about it ?
krn, in my opinion eroticism is more wide and complex than just search of pleasure. Basically, I think that eroticism begins with manufacturing of tools, knowledge of a purpose, because the manufacturing of tools has changed our brain.
I liked what sais this blogger
Momo, of course, eroticism is more wide and complex than just search of pleasure. I am not sure that the finality is pleasure.
That subject is too wide, we can't talk about it in some lines.
We touch the motivation of the human being.
Yes, I agree, too wide subject, and specially in English.
It is also my opinion.
It is a subject for sleepless night, sat on the ground with a full teapot and some chocolate.
By waiting this night, which is not still in our diaries, I propose that we are going to sleep.
I worked today as weekday and I need dark and restful night.
Sleep quietly, Momo, I burn some orange incense, because of candies, to dream...
:-*
:-*
I really like the idea of a long sleepless night's chat with a full teapot. I'd go for that!
About Matoo's blog, I have not really fully explored it. I quite like the presentation and some of his articles are really entertaining.
Yes, a teapot full of puffed rice, I drink alway puffed rice tea since I found this tea last week.
Very good tea for a nice sleepless night chat.
Puffed rice ? Never heard of it. I distrust already ready mixtures.
I thought rather of a light tea gently spiced with cardamom, a little ginger, a pinch of cinnamon and clove and a slice of orange. At the same moment voluptuous and fruity, freeing the word and the mind.
I like these words : "...freeing the word and the mind".
Puffed rice tea is a chinese's mix, I like very much, but your mix seems delight too, above all after winter bathing.
;-*
I like spices. This tea is the one used by the Tibetan monks to protect itself from effects of the cold when they meditate sat in the snow during sometimes three days.
I often drink it very hot in winter.
I also like the preparation, it is as a rite.
Usually I don't like tea, I don't know why lately I begin appreciate tea. Maybe because of the cold bathings.
Momo, because now we are close friends, I am going to reveal you a very big secret concerning me:
I never drank coffee of my life.
Never ?
Never. I wonder even if I am not the only grown-up person in that case in Europe.
When I saw that you were a fan of coffee, I wondered if I had to say it.
Amazing ! But why ? Why never ? Nevertheless, my rapport with fish isn't so much different from your rapport with caffe. Phobia ?
No, no phobia. I went very young in Scotland, I learnt at once to like tea. Nevertheless, my mother drank a coffeepot of coffee every day.
Later, I did not want any more. I would need a good motivation.
Something that I couldn't forget.
In that case, you drank coffee before, isn't it ?
I'm not sure if I've understood.
No, I have never feel like coffee .
I believe that I do not like the taste, but really, I do not know.
If I drink coffee one day, I would want that it is an exceptional day. Then, when I would drink coffee again, I would remember.
Krn, coffee isn't a drink, but above all a desir, a souvenir, a thought, etc...
Momo, now, when I think of coffee, I think of you.
But I have no remember, I can't drink coffee.
I would want to look at it, to smell it, to take the cup in my hands, as if it was a initiatory beverage.
un café nommé désir.
krn, it's maybe better don't touch the coffee, it cause too much addictive and no good rapport for panic attacks.
I advise you to stay with tea.
Anyway, I try stop drink coffee, and my purpose is really to drink only two or three tears of coffee daily, just for freeing the word and the mind.
How will you do to say "stop, I am crazy of coffee, but I just put my lips in it and that's all" ?
I'm so crazy of coffee that I can be happy just with the smell and presence, without even drink a drop. Isn't crazy that ?
Would you be happy also only because the coffee exists?
Or this presence is necessary ?
Indeed, I think the existence of the coffee is enough. I don't know why, but I alway thought that the existence of coffee is comforting, like the existence of poetry.
I completely understand what you want to say and I agree.
Sometimes I am satisfied of this kind of things.
For example, I am satisfied that there is somewhere somebody as you. You are the absolute proof for which I waited, that the thought precedes the material.
Thank you, krn, you are too kind. Interesting what you say regarding thought precede the material.
Good night, krn.
Good night, Momo.
:-)
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