What Do You See?

I see flowers on a bed made of snow. It’s not so clear and a little bit blurry due to the picture being taken in a rush. It has its charm which cosely and safely lives in its own self-perception.

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Where is Friday?

Here I am again….

I am stuck at work.

I keep thinking about Friday because I’m convinced that the mighty Creator of the Universe has lost it or at least misplaced it. I’m talking gibberish but why oh why the weekend doesn’t last three days instead of two. Two days are nothing – you can’t even go to explore the surrounding territory because you are overloaded with chores.

Oh my sweet life and its straining routine there is still some mesmerising beauty in you which won’t vanish in distant time.

Routine is good, it keeps us organised and sane to some extent – ha ha ha ☺

Everyday Pleasures

I’m very privileged to be able to spot beautiful things everyday. Beauty resides in the surrounding environment. It’s full of flaws which makes it unique and perfect in its own twisted way.

No Filter

Embrace the beauty in its true form.

Peaceful Madness

I call this peaceful madness…. the fact my mind gets so much stimulation from beautiful surroundings.

My Remedy

Vibrant colours of nature are the remedy for worries.

Farah Von Mittens

We are so excited about adopting this feisty 1 year old feline gentelman. It’s going to be a sweet challenge but I strongly believe we will get along well after some settling in period 🙂

Simple but Lovely

Simple but lovely picture which stimulates imagination.

Little Bib and the Flower Stalk

The little Bib climbed up the flower stalk and saw a big giant eating cheesy, crunchy and frozen cookie socks. He snatched them from the giant and ran down the green plant stalk. The little Bib went back into his house and ground the cookie socks in to colourful dust. He felt extremely tired but he still decided to climb back up the flower stalk. When he reached the top he sprinkled the dust all over the plant. The flowers changed their colours and became  brighter and more vivid. Petals were shiny , soft pink and beaming blue. The funny occurrence scared the giant, who had suffered from indigestion, and as a result of that he sadly exploded. His remains turned into compost and fertilised the surrounding forest. The little Bib lived happily ever after with a beautiful plant by his house. 

Heaven

I walk towards the blue heaven of goodness which derives from the Universe. I allow it to caress my soul and take care of my battered inner-self. Nothing matters anymore except peace.