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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Friday, May 30, 2008

Letting go, of course is a scary enterprise for those of us who believe that the world revolves only because it has a handle on the top of it which we personally turn, and that if we were to drop this handle for even a moment, well-that would be the end of the universe. But try dropping it. This is the message I am getting. Sit quietly for now and cease your relentless participation. watch what happens. the birds do not crash dead out the sky in mid-flight, after all. the trees do not wither and die, the rivers do not run red blood. Life continues to go on. Even the Italian post office will keep limping along. doing its own thing without you-why are you so sure that micromanagement of every moment in this whole world is so essential?why don't you let it be?

i hear this argument and it appeals to me. I believe in it, intellectually. I really do, But I wonder- with all my restless yearning, with all my hyped-up fervor and with stupidly hunger nature of mine- what should i do with my energy, instead?


Anonymous said...

Nadia, Impressive I had only seen what you refer to as the "girly Blog" Jesus Nadia this is good stuff!!!!!!
Now I understand your quietness.

Glad that you are on board.

Hey butterfly is it okay to have written your name?



corine said...

Very wise, Nadia dear. Very wise.

Aran said...

yes, yes, yes...