fresh ink

Happy fresh-ink day, guys!

Happy Tuesday, happy nighttime and happy tattoos. 

Tattoos.

I love tattoos.

I love symbols.

It's magical, the power a symbol can carry.

Especially one with meaning to the carrier.

So here's my fresh ink.

I got the first one for my 20th and now this one for 25.

I want and need this to remind me, every day, that we should never try and control the uncontrollable.

Life flows like it flows. And all we can do is ride the wave, or drown under its mass.

And to help ourselves along, we have the 3 to take care of: body, mind and spirit.

Usually, when you balance your mind and get that peace going, your body will align itself, and as long as you'll feed it well, things are just rolling along. And then the soul or spirit can do its thing.

And THAT'S where freedom lives.

And unless there's freedom, things cannot flow and move and stay in motion.

Ride it, or drown in it - the wave, by fact and definition, stays the same. 

It doesn't change.

It's what You make of it that's different.

And that is Life and how I see it.

And I'm learning balance, and patience, and riding the wave, and letting my soul be in motion.

I'm learning to not hold on quite so tight.

I'm learning to LEARN from whatever comes my way.

And for this reason, my friends, I got a new symbol.

My symbol, my growth, my lessons, and gratitude to everything that comes my way.

Flowing like water.

LOVE.

Ride the wave.

M.

(every day)

evening

So, today has been an interesting one.

Superb wintery weather.

Tomorrow is one for music things and singing things.

Right now I'm occupied with white wine and gherkins.

Trying to stay calm amidst everything that is happening right now.

Things are just moving very fast.

In a good way.

But very very fast.

I would like to have an evening at Spaniards, tomorrow. Sleep over with Pisces.

This weekend is going to be crazy busy. 

So I have to really stick with the girls, to keep grounded. 

Deed of the day: bought my cat a new scratching post.

He is so happy.

Work on ourselves, work on ourselves, work on oursves.

Till the cracks are gone.

And nothing leaks out.

This is the goal.

This is the aim and the mission for the near-future.

The true goal.

So let's get stuck in, deep and straight and true.

I send you Love, and Light.

It's time to work a little harder.

M.

Post interview today.

Smiling is nice.

 

January 4, 2013

With the new year kick-starting, I seem to just forget to take a moment and breathe.
I won't do New Year's resolutions because they are not my style really - as in, I don't really like them.
So this year I will simply take time.
Take time to be. Cause there's such joy in being! And keep reminding myself. New habits are hard to start, but once we start a habit, the habit carries on and then forms us.
So, I will create a habit of taking time.
Taking time to make time.
I don't wish to live another year so that I get myself into ridiculous over-worked dead-ends. It's just an unpleasant waste of time, counter productive, so I am very much looking forward to saying, "yay! got rid of that".
So therefore, find an hour a day that is not tied to a laptop, or a phone, or a TV-set. 
I know I will. Just a little time to switch off.
And I am absolutely dead-certain it will make a huge difference.
I like being busy, but busy and busy are different. Once I'm so busy I would like to slice my eyeballs open - I mean, where's the fun in that. But with a little time for breathing, the busy becomes a nice busy. Like, waves. Being caught in it, buried under it, or riding it. The wave, after-all, is the same.

Ride your wave.
M.

this

THIS
SONG

This serves as a reminder: I want/need to get my next tattoo done.

With love.
M.

tourist(s)

Sunday was a day for tourists.
And we were the tourists.
Me and the Spanish one.

Walked about, a lot.
And just enjoyed Tallinn.
Our capital, our darling capital.

And it was the first day of summer season legs for me.
Somewhat blue and pasty, it was sooo nice.
And my hatttttt.
And my Barbie satchel. That I've had since I was 5.

Here's one for syncing energies.

Ride the wave.
M.

don't get greedy, kid

It is interesting how even the most seemingly positive things can draw out some negative patterns.
To be more exact.

This past week was absolutely spectacular.
I don't know what exactly I decided and when, but paired with Tuesday night, when I actually realised how ridiculously hindering my thought patterns were, something shifted.
And I was sliding on that wave for about 72 marvellous hours, when it was nothing short of audible how things were just somehow falling into place.
Sounds super, right?

It is, and was.
However.
An interesting side effect is that this gets almost addictive.
And so I decided to take a few days to calm down and prepare for the beginning of the week.
But I don't know. Now it's just a bit off.
Like, I got so used to "people" that now I'm a little --what? A little something.

So, in conclusion.
Don't be greedy, kid.

I suck at balance.
Always have.
And this same go-go-go-go-more-more-more-more-more-more-MORE-NOW thing got me to the point where I was in October, i.e. didn't want to do anything, at all.
This dance with everything and nothing.

Balance.
All of this is just a balancing act.
And what do you do if you don't know how to do something?
LEARN.

So I shall learn balance.

Greedy, greedy child.
M.

next

Just to say,
I'm ready for my next tattoo.

Tattoos.
M.

simple things

I really am a simple creature.
And I'm going to ride this wave, as much as possible.

With love.
M.

control

Okay.

Right now I'm going to make a promise to myself.
And it is pretty simple.

I will never ever again let things grow over my head. 

I will stay on top of the little things, the communicating, and talking, to seeing, the telling.
And I will not let myself bury myself under this pile of stuff, that otherwise would be nice and/or exciting.

The wave is the same.
It is up to me to ride it, or get crushed under it.

I will stay on top. 
M.

short fuse

Well, well.
I got really pissed off today. Just because (STILL) so, so much is up in the air. (Through this packing process I've realised that I'm such a control freak with some weird things. Like I'm currently frustrated out of my eyeballs because I can't book my flight.)
And like, ugh, whatever.
So, I decided to apply a lot of make-up and do my hair just for the purposes of packing.
And for the purposes of not feeling like a forlorn sock (which, A. can vouch for this, is my all-time least favourite feeling).
Then I played some loud music (from the playlist GO) and burnt some lavender incense.
And calmed the f*ck down.

And I'm gonna carry on packing.

But before I do this I'm gonna give myself a little point an a pat on shoulder (can't reach my own back too well) for catching my friend, anger, by it's tiny little vicious tail and dealing with it.
So, there you go, self, I'm giving you a point!

Ride the wave.
M.

next tattoo

Tat-spiration.
M.

start

With the new year kick-starting, I seem to just forget to take a moment and breathe.
I won't do New Year's resolutions because they are not my style really - as in, I don't really like them.
So this year I will simply take time.
Take time to be. Cause there's such joy in being! And keep reminding myself. New habits are hard to start, but once we start a habit, the habit carries on and then forms us.
So, I will create a habit of taking time.
Taking time to make time.
I don't wish to live another year so that I get myself into ridiculous over-worked dead-ends. It's just an unpleasant waste of time, counter productive, so I am very much looking forward to saying, "yay! got rid of that".
So therefore, find an hour a day that is not tied to a laptop, or a phone, or a TV-set.
I know I will. Just a little time to switch off.
And I am absolutely dead-certain it will make a huge difference.
I like being busy, but busy and busy are different. Once I'm so busy I would like to slice my eyeballs open - I mean, where's the fun in that. But with a little time for breathing, the busy becomes a nice busy. Like, waves. Being caught in it, buried under it, or riding it. The wave, after-all, is the same.

Ride your wave.
M.