30 December 2013

«West of the Moon, East of the Sun»


«At this point, unable to control the overwhelming sense of urgency that made her gravitate towards that specific location, she decided to embrace this sudden rush of renewed energy, rebelling against her usual composed manners and predictability.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10


«Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.»

J.R.R. Tolkien 



via Colossal

27 December 2013

Behold


«Like she expected, just right in front of her, the horizon gradually enlarged and the landscape flattened, as she left behind the tall concrete buildings and other effective indicators of the illusory human domain over nature and entered the sacred realm of one of the most magical territories.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.»
                                                                                                                     Goethe 

                                                               Photo Raquel R.

20 December 2013

Short Story number 10


Short Story number 10: Inspired by the song «Let me fall in love» by Markéta Irglová from the album Anar.




As the car approached the coastline, reminiscences of her childhood days started taking over her thoughts. An irrational bubbly expectation tickled her stomach, while her eyes anxiously examined the horizon in search for the absolute signs that indicated that her destination was near. Like she expected, just right in front of her, the horizon gradually enlarged and the landscape flattened, as she left behind the tall concrete buildings and other effective indicators of the illusory human domain over nature and entered the sacred realm of one of the most magical territories.
Finally, after a long winding road and occasional reasonably violent bumps caused by the badly paved road, ultimately magnified by the poor mechanical state of the old car she was driving, like an unexpected random act of kindness, the evergreen tall pine trees, aligned by the right side of the road, offered her a glimpse of what she had eagerly been looking for. Among the pine tree’s straight brown trunks, she could perceive, far on the horizon, the astounding infiltrations of one of the most profound blue tones she had ever seen, anticipating what was waiting for her, just around the corner.  
At this point, unable to control the overwhelming sense of urgency that made her gravitate towards that specific location, she decided to embrace this sudden rush of renewed energy, rebelling against her usual composed manners and predictability. So, she opened the car windows all the way down, welcoming the gust of cold wind and the chaos it brought with it, misaligning every string of her hair. Although only a few miles separated her from her destination, the anxiety she was feeling inside did not tone down. In fact, it seemed that it grew stronger in the inverse proportion of the distance still keeping her apart from her goal.
Suddenly, there it was. First, just a glimpse of it. Then, as a prelude before the final revelation of the magnificent element, the daylight slightly changed its intensity by becoming brighter, and after a set of sand dunes, the open ocean was finally right in front of her.
In wintertime, choosing a strategic spot to park the car, which allowed a perfect view of the ocean, was never a problem. The isolation of that place was total, yet it was strangely comforting. As she turned off the car’s engine, the silence immediately filled every vacant space in her heart and mind. There, she remained for a while, just watching the tiny drops of the salty moist falling on the car’s windshield and within a few minutes, her now depurated sense of hearing, started to grow accustomed to the surrounding silence until the ocean’s roar became perfectly recognizable. She had an instant of hesitation before opening the car’s door, so that she could linger, for a few more seconds, in the final frontier, where wishes are just about to be fulfilled and therefore prolong the bliss of positive expectations.
As she stepped out of the car, she immediately breathed in the distinct humid and cool ocean’s breeze, the perfect carrier of one of the most irreplaceable and unique odors, commonly referred to as the ocean’s smell. Although she had seen many oceans and seas throughout the world, only in this specific location, was that smell so perfect and evocative of the primal feelings that we all hold inside.
She looked around and headed towards the wood path leading to the beach. As she stepped on it she could feel and hear the scratching sound of the sand under her feet. At a distance, a flock of seagulls errantly circled in the air and its occasional squawking calls indicated that she was not the only one out there. Then, as the wood path abruptly ended, she chose to continue her walk in the sand. But first, like someone preparing to execute some kind of religious ritual, she removed her shoes. The first contact of her bare feet with the cold sand, after months of being carefully sterilized and more or less protected inside proper footwear, was absolutely liberating. So, it was only after pacing back and forth in the soft and dry sand for a couple of times, did she resume her walk and approached the hard wet sand.
In front of her, the waves rolled in and out leaving behind incomparable embroidery patterns made of pure white foam. Surrounded by all this white transparent reality, all she wanted was to be able to take a piece of it with her, wherever she went. Yet, every time she tried to touch it or hold it in her hands, it disappeared between her fingers, leaving her with nothing. Oddly, it was the ephemeral aspect of that reality that made that moment even more significant and the only way to eternalize it was to fully embrace it and live it. She knew that the present moment is the sole guardian and holder of life’s essence and those blind to that fact or reluctant to accept it, would never fully experience it.
As always, when she was there, she lost track of time. Every step she took revealed her something new. Looking further ahead, she was able to identify small stacks of seaweed that had been randomly deposited by the high tide. At her feet, countless pebbles of all sizes, shapes and textures paved the sand. Not resisting the temptation to find the perfect one, she inevitably ended up with her pockets full of these irresistible tokens. Despite her hands and feet were frozen cold, she felt more alive than ever, for she welcomed and honored all these ocean’s offerings with her ability to awe, when at their presence, and to cherish them like small treasures.
Time passed by quickly. The tide was slowly rising again and the sun was setting. The sounds and smells were now more intense than ever. Behind her, the ocean mist descended upon that place transforming the coastal vegetation into a distant blur.  Soon the darkness would take over the beach.
 It was time to leave. She closed her eyes and let herself be rocked by the sounds of the gentle lapping ocean waves. Her breathing and heartbeat became one with that sound and magically everything seemed to make sense again.
She opened her eyes to the immensity in front of her and felt small before it, yet as whole as she had ever been.
By Raquel R.   

12 December 2013

Here and now


«That night, they chose to stop the motion that had been pushing them further away from each other and commit themselves to slowly restore the bond they still shared but did not seem to remember anymore.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9 
 
«It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.» 
                                                                            Gabriel Garcia Márquez 


 

5 December 2013

Sometimes to lose is to find


«At that precise moment, although without any kind of formal and rational recognition from the parts involved, a silent pact was made.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.»
                                                                                          Arthur Schopenhauer 



           
                             Chicken or the Egg from KIMWU on Vimeo. via Daily of the Day

28 November 2013

Sight, Silence and Truth


«Their eyes met, and for the first time in years they were actually not indifferent to each other’s presence. 
                                              By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

« There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.»
                                                                                                Anne Brontë 


                                                 
                Marina Abramovic on The Artist Is Present (2010) from Marina Abramovic Institute on Vimeo.
             
                                    More about Marina Abramovic here

22 November 2013

Virtues and failings


«The synchronization and spontaneity of that gesture brought back to both unsuspicious feelings that had been laying beneath years of misunderstandings, regrets and deceptions.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9 

«Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more.»
                                                                                                            Nikola Tesla 



18 November 2013

«The person I am tonight»


«It was inexplicable to her how the distance between them could have grown to the point of almost transforming them into two strangers.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9 

« I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.»
                                                                                                 F. Scott Fitzgerald 




10 November 2013

«From the eye to the heart»


«It was one of those unpredictable moments, when a simple gesture or an unexpected attitude from someone we know, or we think we know, can suddenly change, in a few seconds, years of pre-defined opinions or even feelings that we used to experience about that person.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9  
 
«There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.» 
                                                                                           G.K. Chesterton 


4 November 2013

Like water


«The perplexity of that moment, caught her off guard and immediately touched a chord inside her, waking her up from the emotional lethargy she had been in.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.»
                                                                           Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 




                                                             Photos by Raquel R.

30 October 2013

Just a glance


«And, by the time she reached the dinner table, she already knew that something had changed in the way he used to look at her. It almost seemed as if he was looking at her for the first time.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.»
                                                                                                              Victor Hugo 



                                                        ( via The kid should see this )

26 October 2013

«What you really are»


«Nevertheless, it has been a long time since he last engaged in the conscious action of taking charge of his senses and command them to get rid of all the filters that gradually undermine every attempt to grasp objectivity, distorting the reality, preventing us from fully apprehend what is right in front of us, and focus solely on her.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.»
                                                                                               Niccoló Machiavelli 



20 October 2013

Revelation


«Therefore, taking the time to pay close attention to the small details of someone’s actions, generally leads to a better understanding of the person as a whole, bringing us one step closer to capture their true essence.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.»
                                                                                  Frances Hodgson Burnett 



15 October 2013

Look deeper


«Throughout the years they have been together he cultivated the habit of observing her moves and reactions, particularly when she was not aware of being the focus of his attention. He believed that one’s true self easily emerges when in complete solitude or at a safe distance from the possibility of being scrutinized by others.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.»
                                                                                             Fyodor Dostoyevsky 



10 October 2013

Private worlds


«They were both staring into the void and it was perceptible that each was lost in their own thoughts, rambling around the outskirts of their own private world.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

« Loneliness does not come from having no people around one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.» 
                                                                                                      Carl Jung 


                                                           (via Daily of the Day)

6 October 2013

Constant motion


«They both executed the movements with pristine precision, as if they were actors in a play, and everything had to be according to the script, leaving no margin for improvisation.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.»
                                                                                              Friedrich Nietzsche 



2 October 2013

So far, so close


«To any casual observer, they seemed to be two strangers with no other connection, except the fact, that the laws of physics determined that they shared the same space and time and accidentally crossed each other’s path. They were sitting side by side, but apart from sharing the same table, nothing else revealed the real bond between those two souls.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 9

«She’s sitting right in front of me, but at the same time she’s a million miles away.»
                                                                                                    Haruki Murakami  



28 September 2013

Short Story number 9



Short Story number 9: Inspired by the song «Low Rising» by The Swell Season from the album Strict Joy.




To any casual observer, they seemed to be two strangers with no other connection, except the fact, that the laws of physics determined that they shared the same space and time and accidentally crossed each other’s path. They were sitting side by side, but apart from sharing the same table, nothing else revealed the real bond between those two souls. The loud noise of the crowded restaurant did not appear to bother the couple having dinner. They both executed the movements with pristine precision, as if they were actors in a play, and everything had to be according to the script, leaving no margin for improvisation. In a place, where socializing was the keystone, and everyone, at one point or another, engaged in random conversations, they were clearly swimming against the current, as they were not talking to each other. They were both staring into the void and it was perceptible that each was lost in their own thoughts, rambling around the outskirts of their own private world.
Though they appeared to be mere strangers, they were, in fact, connected by years of close intimacy.
When they both finally finished their meal, their eyes met, in a silent attempt to predict the next move. After muttering something, she left the table to go freshen up and his eyes followed her.
Throughout the years they have been together he cultivated the habit of observing her moves and reactions, particularly when she was not aware of being the focus of his attention. He believed that one’s true self easily emerges when in complete solitude or at a safe distance from the possibility of being scrutinized by others. Therefore, taking the time to pay close attention to the small details of someone’s actions, generally leads to a better understanding of the person as a whole, bringing us one step closer to capture their true essence. Nevertheless, it has been a long time since he last engaged in the conscious action of taking charge of his senses and command them to get rid of all the filters that gradually undermine every attempt to grasp objectivity, distorting the reality, preventing us from fully apprehend what is right in front of us, and focus solely on her.
That self-imposed clarity of thought allowed him to recognize that she still kept the same graciosity that first fascinated him. She moved with the elegance of a queen, yet her eyes reflected an earnest and straightforward simplicity.
While returning from the restroom, she caught a glimpse of his face amongst the faceless crowd. She could see that he was clearly staring at her. And, by the time she reached the dinner table, she already knew that something had changed in the way he used to look at her. It almost seemed as if he was looking at her for the first time. The perplexity of that moment, caught her off guard and immediately touched a chord inside her, waking her up from the emotional lethargy she had been in. It was one of those unpredictable moments, when a simple gesture or an unexpected attitude from someone we know, or we think we know, can suddenly change, in a few seconds, years of pre-defined opinions or even feelings that we used to experience about that person.
He stood up from the chair. As he went on to pay the dinner’s bill, her eyes followed him. She still admired his confident manners and the strength of his stare. He always had this ability to read her soul and disarm her insecurities. It was inexplicable to her how the distance between them could have grown to the point of almost transforming them into two strangers.
He returned to the dinner table and they prepared themselves to leave the restaurant. As they stood before the entrance door, they simultaneously reached for the door knob. The synchronization and spontaneity of that gesture brought back to both unsuspicious feelings that had been laying beneath years of misunderstandings, regrets and deceptions. Their eyes met, and for the first time in years they were actually not indifferent to each other’s presence. At that precise moment, although without any kind of formal and rational recognition from the parts involved, a silent pact was made. That night, they chose to stop the motion that had been pushing them further away from each other and commit themselves to slowly restore the bond they still shared but did not seem to remember anymore.

                                                                                                        By Raquel R.

7 September 2013

Among the stars


«7. At the end of the day, look up at the starry sky, visualize a trail amongst the stars and try to figure out where summer is taking me the next day.»
                                                       By Raquel R. in My Perfect Summer Day

« And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.»

                                                                             F. Scott Fitzgerald 


        
                       Chandelier Tree from Colin Kennedy on Vimeo via This is colossal

2 September 2013

Butterflies and summer days


«6. Spend most of my time outdoors and experience the joys of a close contact with nature.»
                                                          By Raquel R. in My Perfect Summer Day

«I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.»
                                                                                                             John Keats 



                                                            (via Daily of the Day)

29 August 2013

Have fun


«5. Obey no rules, except the ones destined to satisfy basic human needs or maintain law and order.»
                                               By Raquel R. in My Perfect Summer Day

«If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.» 
                                                                                   Katherine Hepburn  

                                                             (via This is colossal)

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