Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Afterglow

Anul asta a inceput fascinant de frumos pentru mine. Nu pentru ca s-ar fi intamplat ceva grozav ci pentru ca am avut o stare speciala. De regasire. De claritate. De intelepciune. De pace si cumva de zen. Ca si cum as fi inteles dintr-o data tot ce trebuie si tot ce conteaza. Mi-ar placea sa scriu candva mai mult despre asta, despre cum e si cum te simti cand esti asa de... aliniat si la un loc cu tot ce esti :)

Mi se pare, in starea asta a mea, ca gasesc si primesc multe semne. De o saptamana intreaga imi umbla printre urechi o melodie care pentru mine inseamna multa pace, soare caldut si o stare de fericire din aceea rotunda, careia nu ii mai trebuie nimic. Afterglow de la INXS.



Pentru cateva secunde vad cateodata mici filmulete cu mine cu un zambet laaarg atarnat de urechi si stand pe bancuta mea de undeva, dintr-o piata. Mergand cu mainile in buzunare si cu starea aia in care parca ai fluiera (desi sunt incapabila sa fluier si sa invat sa fluier :) ) un cantecel vesel, undeva, trecand pe sub o poarta. De pe o strada, poarta. Venind dintr-o zona unde e o casa cu etaj, multe geamuri si obloane albastre, cu un decupaj cu inimioare in partea de sus. Am dezvoltat un adevarat crush pentru casa asta :)

Iar in metrou, pe strada, cateodata la birou sau aiurea aud franturi de conversatii despre un oras. Azi m-au intrebat doi omuleti cand ma mai duc si eu pe-acolo. Mintea mea hai-hui zice ca pretty soon.

Ma intreb daca ma vad pe mine sau e un suflet care seamana cu al meu si e foarte fericit/a. Sau va fi. Sau a fost.

De fapt, acum scriind imi dau seama ca se leaga de intrebarea mea majora de anul asta. Toate lucrurile au un sens sau exista lucruri fara sens? Noi punem sens in ele? Si atunci de ce unii oameni pun sens in orice iar altii in nimic? De ce unii vad/primesc/cauta semne care devin realitati iar altii ignora orice demers similar de investire cu sens, fie acesta si a posteriori?

Friday, January 22, 2010

Cumva, incap toate

Din seria "Lista de cumparaturi a Ioanei" care cuprinde Tipurile Psihologice ale lui Jung si o lotiune de corp pare-se mirifica, de lavanda si mar, eu, Daniela David, marturisesc putin mirata ca descopar ezoterismul, merg la seminarii despre alchimie insa si la dans in Goblin pe 28 ianuarie si imi pot asorta la absolut fiecare obiect de imbracaminte din garderoba cel putin o pereche de cercei.

Oarecum simultan, incap toate. Ma pot gandi serios (si simultan) sa incep sa mananc raw precum si la nesfarsite si insiropate lanturi de carbohidrati dispuse sub forma de amandine. Inteleg cu tristete ca voi renunta la ultimele si ma intreb cu ce nou viciu ma voi delecta. Nu ca m-as ingrijora, am loc deja si pentru asta :)

Sa ai un weekend bine insiropat!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

De la servetelul cu dorinte la realitate


Eu am un obicei care imi e tare drag: pe 31 decembrie, dupa ceva saptamani de gandit si planuit, imi scriu pe un servetel frumos-frumos toate dorintele mele pe anul care urmeaza, grupate ordonat, pe categorii.

In primul an am inchis servetelul plin de dorinte intr-un plic pe care l-am deschis abia in ultima zi a anului. In anul urmator imi amintesc ca am fost ceva mai curioasa si l-am deschis de ziua mea. Apoi nu l-am mai inchis deloc. L-am pastrat in agenda si imi reciteam destul de des dorintele. Nici nu mai asteptam finalul de an sa bifez. Bifam pe parcurs dorintele pe care le implinisem deja.

Abia astept anul in care sa bifez tot, absolut tot :) In ritmul asta, banuiesc ca va veni destul de repede. Am observat eu ca daca imi tot deschid servetelul cu dorinte si il citesc si rascitesc ajung sa am mai multe bife, semn ca mi-am indeplinit mai multe din dorintele anului respectiv.

Asta se cheama ca prin repetare si reamintire imi asum un angajament fata de mine. Avand des lista cu dorinte in fata ochilor mi se intampla sa ma imaginez la sfarsit de an, avand toate acele lucruri, toate acele calitati, toti acei oameni langa mine, toate acele amintiri. Si e bineee :)

Pe 26 ianuarie, in seria de intalniri Pasi Pentru Schimbare e vorba exact despre cum sa faci tot ce tine de tine pentru ca dorintele tale sa devina realitate. Intalnirea se cheama "2010-un an de Viata Rotunda" si e, asa cum te-ai obisnuit, tot de la 6 seara, tot vis-a-vis de Cismigiu, langa Facultatea de Sociologie. Gasesti mai multe detalii pe site-ul Ralucai Mohanu, aici.

Da-mi un mail ca sa te inscrii, la daniela.elena.david[at]gmail.com. Uita-te si pe oferta speciala, daca te inscrii la toate intalnirile din acest trimestru ai un discount!


* am luat fotografia de aici.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

White, sledge and giggles

For a giggly sleigh ride, take two gorgeous (great croups :P ), pure-bred, yet divinely uncoordinated young horses that giggle themselves, even when the sugar offer is close-fisted.
Oh, modern days urban horses think horseshoes are so passe... bofff... They prefer Vibram soles.
Gotta love horses with Vibram soles :) Conquering K2 since 1962 :))
(when this horse was a little horse, the sledge used to be red and brown and covered in a totally frozen green blankie. The other horse didn't get to see or use it. Tempora, I guess :) )


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

"Miss, we saw you in a book!"*

There is something I forgot to brag about last year. My sister, aka Niciu, aka Miss. For the past few years she has been volunteering in doing after-school activities with a couple of "social cases" kids from the infamous Ferentari neighbourhood. Bref, she loves them and they love her back :)
(*it's what the kids told her the day when this bi-annual volunteering magazine appeared. She had no idea about it, when she was asked to jot down a couple of lines about her experience with Casa Valentina she believed she was contributing with a testimonial to the renewed site :) )


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

On words and personal dictionaries

I found a little treasure these past days, while gracefully running a movies marathon. The most adorable and rich song by Charles Aznavour, the French singer, composer, songwriter, actor and a lot others of... Armenian background and roots (the witty use of words, the multiple interests and careers, the curious, shiny and vital eyes, what sign would you guess, huh?). For me formidable (totally fell in love with canaille-canaille-canaille-how can I). Here, click on play and hear the amazing word-playing.



Besides the "awww-cute" moments, I thought about how we each speak our own and personal language. So clear for us and nothing but meaningless babble to the others. As our relationships grow deeper and richer, we start mixing the two dialects, like Aznavour so cleverly put it.

"Toi, tes eyes, ton nose, tes lips adorables"

In the end, if we keep our hearts open, our minds curious and our will strong, we end up bilingual and blissfully happy and we wake up in the mornings quite sure than we wouldn't trade our life for anybody else's in the world.

The big surprise is it takes a lot of time and hard work to truly understand the other and to speak a bit of his/her language.

First you have to listen carefully. You have to watch how the lips open and arch on the vowels, how the tongue touches teeth or palate on the consonants, how the mimic accentuates the meaning. You have to keep quiet to hear the music of the other's language.

Then comes the time spent together on top of a notebook. How do you say cookie? This is how I say hug. And the drawings :) My favourite part. When none of you know the word in the intermediate language. The childishly happy aaaaaaa's! of the discovery.

And later you buy the dictionaries. And you always look them up for words that will make your conversations, happy times, declarations and silences so rich. Up untill the moment you even manage to grasp the subtleties of accent and tone.

This is how much time, patience and effort it takes to be able to speak the same language as someone you care about. This is how amazingly stunning and curiously self-revealing is the time of the mixed babble.