I learned to alchemize
and because of it
now I'm a magician
being in love
I learned to open, accept and heal
and because of it
now I am whole
rising in love
I learned to fly
and because of this
now I am free.
Love,
Ram
Thursday 29 July 2010
in love
falling in love
I learned to alchemize
and because of it
now I'm a magician
being in love
I learned to open, accept and heal
and because of it
now I am whole
rising in love
I learned to fly
and because of this
now I am free.
Love,
Ram
I learned to alchemize
and because of it
now I'm a magician
being in love
I learned to open, accept and heal
and because of it
now I am whole
rising in love
I learned to fly
and because of this
now I am free.
Love,
Ram
Monday 26 July 2010
The amazing simplicity of love
We master what we practice. As many others like me, I practiced since I was a little girl 'you're not allowed to...', 'it's not good to...', 'it's not proper to...', 'a little girl doesn't behave like this' and other things and 'realities' meant to complicate and to tangle the relating space between two or more people.
I grew up with masks given and borrowed from the procession of adults that was present in my childhood. I grew up learning rather to be who I am not, having a constant feeling that it doesn't work like this, that something is wrong, incongruent. Wanting to please and to 'make it work', I complicated my relationships through not having the courage to be who I was, as I was in each This moment.
All these just to eventually learn that love is really, really simple. That relating from fear and conditioning makes life twisted and complicated, while relating from love makes everything natural, flowing, smooth and simple. That, if it is allowed to freely flow, love takes new and new shapes even in the same context. That it gives space and freedom. It allows you to be, to manifest, to discover yourself, always you, always new. To learn that love opens, includes, expands.
And that, through silence, love speaks to me. So simple. And so, so beautiful...
Love,
Ram
Uimitoarea simplitate a iubirii
Devenim maestri in ceea ce practicam. Iar eu, ca si altii ca mine, am practicat de mica 'nu e voie sa...', 'nu e bine sa...', ' nu se cade sa...', 'o fetita nu face asa ceva' si tot felul de alte lucruri si 'realitati' menite sa incurce si sa complice spatiul relationarii dintre doi sau mai multi oameni.
Am crescut cu masti date si imprumutate de la alaiul de adulti ce mi-a populat copilaria. Am crescut invatand mai degraba sa fiu cine nu sunt, cu un constant sentiment ca nu merge asa, ca ceva nu e in regula, nu e la locul lui. Vrand sa fiu 'pe plac' si 'sa fie bine', am complicat relatiile, neavand curaj sa fiu cine sunt eu asa cum eram in fiecare Acest moment.
Ca sa invat, pana la urma, ca iubirea este de fapt tare, tare simpla. Ca relationarea din frica si conditionari face viata sa devina sucita si complicata, in timp ce relationarea din iubire este naturala, curgatoare, simpla. Ca, lasata sa curga liber, iubirea ia noi si noi forme chiar si in acelasi cadru. Ca ofera spatiu si libertate. Ca permite sa fii, sa te manifesti, sa te descoperi mereu tu, mereu nou. Ca iubirea deschide, include, extinde.
Si ca, prin liniste, imi vorbeste. Atat de simplu. Si atat de frumos...
Din inima,
Ram
I grew up with masks given and borrowed from the procession of adults that was present in my childhood. I grew up learning rather to be who I am not, having a constant feeling that it doesn't work like this, that something is wrong, incongruent. Wanting to please and to 'make it work', I complicated my relationships through not having the courage to be who I was, as I was in each This moment.
All these just to eventually learn that love is really, really simple. That relating from fear and conditioning makes life twisted and complicated, while relating from love makes everything natural, flowing, smooth and simple. That, if it is allowed to freely flow, love takes new and new shapes even in the same context. That it gives space and freedom. It allows you to be, to manifest, to discover yourself, always you, always new. To learn that love opens, includes, expands.
And that, through silence, love speaks to me. So simple. And so, so beautiful...
Love,
Ram
Uimitoarea simplitate a iubirii
Devenim maestri in ceea ce practicam. Iar eu, ca si altii ca mine, am practicat de mica 'nu e voie sa...', 'nu e bine sa...', ' nu se cade sa...', 'o fetita nu face asa ceva' si tot felul de alte lucruri si 'realitati' menite sa incurce si sa complice spatiul relationarii dintre doi sau mai multi oameni.
Am crescut cu masti date si imprumutate de la alaiul de adulti ce mi-a populat copilaria. Am crescut invatand mai degraba sa fiu cine nu sunt, cu un constant sentiment ca nu merge asa, ca ceva nu e in regula, nu e la locul lui. Vrand sa fiu 'pe plac' si 'sa fie bine', am complicat relatiile, neavand curaj sa fiu cine sunt eu asa cum eram in fiecare Acest moment.
Ca sa invat, pana la urma, ca iubirea este de fapt tare, tare simpla. Ca relationarea din frica si conditionari face viata sa devina sucita si complicata, in timp ce relationarea din iubire este naturala, curgatoare, simpla. Ca, lasata sa curga liber, iubirea ia noi si noi forme chiar si in acelasi cadru. Ca ofera spatiu si libertate. Ca permite sa fii, sa te manifesti, sa te descoperi mereu tu, mereu nou. Ca iubirea deschide, include, extinde.
Si ca, prin liniste, imi vorbeste. Atat de simplu. Si atat de frumos...
Din inima,
Ram
Saturday 17 July 2010
Butchering through memories
Maybe you don't see us as moments, said him.
And he was right. No, I wasn't seeing the us relational episode as 'moments', but as a continuous something that grew and suddenly stopped at one moment in time, to remain suspended somewhere in my inner universe, not knowing exactly what to do or where to go further.
So, I took my imaginary axe, put on the relational butcher gloves, and tenaciously chopped everything into small pieces. Until all that was left were just some moments. Beautiful indeed, but nothing more than moments.
After all, a cake can be digested only if you chunk it down into small, delicious, juicy, one bite at a time pieces...
And he was right. No, I wasn't seeing the us relational episode as 'moments', but as a continuous something that grew and suddenly stopped at one moment in time, to remain suspended somewhere in my inner universe, not knowing exactly what to do or where to go further.
So, I took my imaginary axe, put on the relational butcher gloves, and tenaciously chopped everything into small pieces. Until all that was left were just some moments. Beautiful indeed, but nothing more than moments.
After all, a cake can be digested only if you chunk it down into small, delicious, juicy, one bite at a time pieces...
Friday 16 July 2010
Teenager's mother - what a challenge!
I don't know how much I taught my Bia so far, but for sure I wanted her to learn to be independent. To be able to decide for herself, to be aware of what she feels, of what her body is communicating to her.
I taught her that the most important resources are the ones inside her and it's about those resources that no one can take them away from her and they can't finish either.
To let no one telling her what she isn't and what she can't do, or to accept labels coming from her teachers frustrations and limitations. To have courage telling the truth in any situation, because otherwise, through lying is like she is canceling herself and she's giving her power to the one she's lying to.
To know that she is much more than what her colleagues, her teachers, her grandparents, her neighbors and other adults are able to see. To know that people see the world as they are, not as the world is, that we perceive in others what we can see, hear, feel in a certain moment, yet this doesn't mean that what we see, hear, feel is everything.
I'm watching her now. She's already traveling alone, she can handle in new places, she decides what she wants to do, she makes her own schedule, she recognizes the emotional manipulation of those adults who probably forgot that education means to support the child in finding out what are his/hers talents and use them.
And of course she is applying with me the same principles she learned, by the way, from me... So what if I want to spend the weekend together, out of the city, to relax, to enjoy the sun, to tell stories? She has other plans. With her friends.
Leaving me, I admit, a bit frustrated and without 'the object of my attention'. Talking to myself... Do you mean we're not going to spend these days together? Well, yes, I was thinking we are... So, now what? Take some time Ramona dear and find other meaning to these days that you wanted to spend with your daughter, which actually grown up to be a teen with her own plans...
So you think it's easy? Well, think again...
Love,
Ram
Mama de adolescenta... ditamai provocarea!
Nu stiu cat de multe am invatat-o eu pe Bia mea pana acum, dar cu siguranta am tinut sa invete sa fie independenta. Sa decida ea pentru ea, sa fie constienta de ceea ce simte, de ce ii spune corpul ei.
Am invatat-o ca intotdeauna resursele ei cele mai importante sunt in interior si sunt acele resurse pe care nu i le poate lua nimeni si nici nu se pot termina.
Sa nu lase pe nimeni sa-i spuna ce nu e si ce nu poate, ori sa accepte etichete puse din frustrarile si limitarile doamnelor si domnilor profesori... Sa aibe curaj sa spuna adevarul in orice situatie, pentru ca altfel, mintind, se anuleaza ea pe ea si isi da puterea celui pe care il minte.
Sa stie ca ea este mai mult decat pot vedea acum colegii, profesorii, bunicii, vecinii si alti adulti care, de altfel, au propriile lor perceptii. Sa stie ca oamenii vad lumea asa cum sunt ei, ca percepem in ceilalti ceea ce noi putem vedea, auzi, simti intr-un moment dat, dar ca asta nu inseamna ca vedem, auzim, simtim tot.
Ma uit la ea acum. Calatoreste singura, se descurca in locuri noi, decide ce vrea sa faca, isi face singura programul, isi da seama de manipularile emotionale ale adultilor care au uitat probabil ca a educa inseamna a sprijini copilul sa descopere ceea ce ii place si sa si faca acel lucru.
Si bineinteles ca imi aplica si mie aceleasi principii pe care le-a invatat, de altfel, de la mine... Ce daca eu imi doresc sa petrecem weekendul impreuna in afara Bucurestiului, sa ne relaxam, sa stam la soare, sa povestim? Ea are alte planuri. Cu prietenii ei.
Lasandu-ma, recunosc, usor frustrata si fara 'obiectul muncii'. Stand de vorba eu cu mine... Adica nu petrecem impreuna? Pai eu asa ma gandisem... Bun, si acum ce? Stai Ramona draga si cauta sa dai alt sens zilelor pe care doreai sa le petreci cu copila ta, adolescenta cu planuri personale de pe-acuma...
Zici ca-i usor? Mai gandeste-te...
Din inima,
Ram
I taught her that the most important resources are the ones inside her and it's about those resources that no one can take them away from her and they can't finish either.
To let no one telling her what she isn't and what she can't do, or to accept labels coming from her teachers frustrations and limitations. To have courage telling the truth in any situation, because otherwise, through lying is like she is canceling herself and she's giving her power to the one she's lying to.
To know that she is much more than what her colleagues, her teachers, her grandparents, her neighbors and other adults are able to see. To know that people see the world as they are, not as the world is, that we perceive in others what we can see, hear, feel in a certain moment, yet this doesn't mean that what we see, hear, feel is everything.
I'm watching her now. She's already traveling alone, she can handle in new places, she decides what she wants to do, she makes her own schedule, she recognizes the emotional manipulation of those adults who probably forgot that education means to support the child in finding out what are his/hers talents and use them.
And of course she is applying with me the same principles she learned, by the way, from me... So what if I want to spend the weekend together, out of the city, to relax, to enjoy the sun, to tell stories? She has other plans. With her friends.
Leaving me, I admit, a bit frustrated and without 'the object of my attention'. Talking to myself... Do you mean we're not going to spend these days together? Well, yes, I was thinking we are... So, now what? Take some time Ramona dear and find other meaning to these days that you wanted to spend with your daughter, which actually grown up to be a teen with her own plans...
So you think it's easy? Well, think again...
Love,
Ram
Mama de adolescenta... ditamai provocarea!
Nu stiu cat de multe am invatat-o eu pe Bia mea pana acum, dar cu siguranta am tinut sa invete sa fie independenta. Sa decida ea pentru ea, sa fie constienta de ceea ce simte, de ce ii spune corpul ei.
Am invatat-o ca intotdeauna resursele ei cele mai importante sunt in interior si sunt acele resurse pe care nu i le poate lua nimeni si nici nu se pot termina.
Sa nu lase pe nimeni sa-i spuna ce nu e si ce nu poate, ori sa accepte etichete puse din frustrarile si limitarile doamnelor si domnilor profesori... Sa aibe curaj sa spuna adevarul in orice situatie, pentru ca altfel, mintind, se anuleaza ea pe ea si isi da puterea celui pe care il minte.
Sa stie ca ea este mai mult decat pot vedea acum colegii, profesorii, bunicii, vecinii si alti adulti care, de altfel, au propriile lor perceptii. Sa stie ca oamenii vad lumea asa cum sunt ei, ca percepem in ceilalti ceea ce noi putem vedea, auzi, simti intr-un moment dat, dar ca asta nu inseamna ca vedem, auzim, simtim tot.
Ma uit la ea acum. Calatoreste singura, se descurca in locuri noi, decide ce vrea sa faca, isi face singura programul, isi da seama de manipularile emotionale ale adultilor care au uitat probabil ca a educa inseamna a sprijini copilul sa descopere ceea ce ii place si sa si faca acel lucru.
Si bineinteles ca imi aplica si mie aceleasi principii pe care le-a invatat, de altfel, de la mine... Ce daca eu imi doresc sa petrecem weekendul impreuna in afara Bucurestiului, sa ne relaxam, sa stam la soare, sa povestim? Ea are alte planuri. Cu prietenii ei.
Lasandu-ma, recunosc, usor frustrata si fara 'obiectul muncii'. Stand de vorba eu cu mine... Adica nu petrecem impreuna? Pai eu asa ma gandisem... Bun, si acum ce? Stai Ramona draga si cauta sa dai alt sens zilelor pe care doreai sa le petreci cu copila ta, adolescenta cu planuri personale de pe-acuma...
Zici ca-i usor? Mai gandeste-te...
Din inima,
Ram
Sunday 11 July 2010
Human being and love
The difficulties are always with your self, not with the other one. When you learn this, then any relationship is as good as it is.
I was writing this in my diary, September, last year.
The difficulties I had in relating with a man were all with my self. Not with his stubbornness, but with my own. When I wanted to put a label to what was happening between us, I watched it die.
Life has its own way of teaching me humbleness whenever I forget it. The hardest part to accept is that I am human also and, therefore, I do mistakes. I have limits and through relating I reached them.
A man I dated for 6 months told me he’s a weak soul. Maybe he is, for his concern... For me he was a mirror so clear, that many times it was difficult to look into it. Because I was seeing my limitations. I know the spiritual part in me and that is the one capable of unconditional love. I do not doubt this. But with him I clearly saw my human part also, and this human part has no ability of loving such. This human part needs shared love, it can't handle the unconditional. At least now I know it...
I still can get lost in labeling and the need to know, the need for safety. And I'm saying it again:
It does not work like this! There is no such thing as safety coming from outside! It is an illusion. It is just like the air: you can breathe it, but you cannot touch it, you can't grasp it, hold it into your hands. Understand this once and for all!
Love,
Ram
Fiinta umana si iubirea
Dificultatile pe care le intalnesti sunt intotdeauna cu tine insati, nu cu celalalt. Cand inveti asta, atunci orice relatie este in regula asa cum este.
Asa scriam in jurnal, anul trecut in septembrie.
Dificultatile pe care le-am avut in relatii au fost toate, pana la urma, cu mine insami. Nu cu incapatanarea lui, ci cu a mea. Cand am vrut sa pun o eticheta pe ceea ce se intampla intre noi, am privit cum s-a stins.
Viata are felul ei de a ma invata smerenia ori de cate ori o uit. Cel mai greu de acceptat pentru mine este faptul ca sunt fiinta umana supusa greselilor. Am limitele proprii si le ating prin relationare.
Un barbat cu care m-am intalnit vreme de 6 luni mi-a spus ca este un suflet slab. Poate ca asa este, pentru el... Pentru mine a fost o oglinda atat de clara, ca uneori mi-a fost greu sa ma uit in ea. Pentru ca imi vedeam limitarile. Stiu ca este in mine o parte spirituala, o cunosc si este capabila de iubire neconditionata. Nu ma indoiesc de asta. Dar cu acest om mi-am vazut cu claritate partea mea de fiinta umana. Si partea asta nu iubeste neconditionat. Are nevoie de iubire impartasita, nu se descurca cu neconditionarea. Cel putin acum stiu...
Inca ma mai pot rataci printre etichetari si nevoia de a sti, nevoia de siguranta. Si mai spun o data:
Nu merge asa! Nu exista siguranta care sa vina din exterior. Este o iluzie. Este ca si cu aerul: il poti respira, dar nu-l poti atinge, nu-l poti prinde, nu-l poti tine in maini. Intelege asta o data pentru totdeauna!
Din inima,
Ram
I was writing this in my diary, September, last year.
The difficulties I had in relating with a man were all with my self. Not with his stubbornness, but with my own. When I wanted to put a label to what was happening between us, I watched it die.
Life has its own way of teaching me humbleness whenever I forget it. The hardest part to accept is that I am human also and, therefore, I do mistakes. I have limits and through relating I reached them.
A man I dated for 6 months told me he’s a weak soul. Maybe he is, for his concern... For me he was a mirror so clear, that many times it was difficult to look into it. Because I was seeing my limitations. I know the spiritual part in me and that is the one capable of unconditional love. I do not doubt this. But with him I clearly saw my human part also, and this human part has no ability of loving such. This human part needs shared love, it can't handle the unconditional. At least now I know it...
I still can get lost in labeling and the need to know, the need for safety. And I'm saying it again:
It does not work like this! There is no such thing as safety coming from outside! It is an illusion. It is just like the air: you can breathe it, but you cannot touch it, you can't grasp it, hold it into your hands. Understand this once and for all!
Love,
Ram
Fiinta umana si iubirea
Dificultatile pe care le intalnesti sunt intotdeauna cu tine insati, nu cu celalalt. Cand inveti asta, atunci orice relatie este in regula asa cum este.
Asa scriam in jurnal, anul trecut in septembrie.
Dificultatile pe care le-am avut in relatii au fost toate, pana la urma, cu mine insami. Nu cu incapatanarea lui, ci cu a mea. Cand am vrut sa pun o eticheta pe ceea ce se intampla intre noi, am privit cum s-a stins.
Viata are felul ei de a ma invata smerenia ori de cate ori o uit. Cel mai greu de acceptat pentru mine este faptul ca sunt fiinta umana supusa greselilor. Am limitele proprii si le ating prin relationare.
Un barbat cu care m-am intalnit vreme de 6 luni mi-a spus ca este un suflet slab. Poate ca asa este, pentru el... Pentru mine a fost o oglinda atat de clara, ca uneori mi-a fost greu sa ma uit in ea. Pentru ca imi vedeam limitarile. Stiu ca este in mine o parte spirituala, o cunosc si este capabila de iubire neconditionata. Nu ma indoiesc de asta. Dar cu acest om mi-am vazut cu claritate partea mea de fiinta umana. Si partea asta nu iubeste neconditionat. Are nevoie de iubire impartasita, nu se descurca cu neconditionarea. Cel putin acum stiu...
Inca ma mai pot rataci printre etichetari si nevoia de a sti, nevoia de siguranta. Si mai spun o data:
Nu merge asa! Nu exista siguranta care sa vina din exterior. Este o iluzie. Este ca si cu aerul: il poti respira, dar nu-l poti atinge, nu-l poti prinde, nu-l poti tine in maini. Intelege asta o data pentru totdeauna!
Din inima,
Ram
Friday 9 July 2010
My first kiss
September 7th, 1993.
It was happening in another millennium, in another life. Still mine, for sure. It was happening after making sure that He truly loves me and he's not one of those who just want to use me - well, yeah, education...
After one year without talking to each other and just sharing glances, I put him through the 'big test'. Meaning I let him cry for 3 days, thinking that I have leukemia and I was going to die. Where was my head when inventing this kind of 'test'? Well, simply it wasn't. What has the head to do with the first love, with that adolescents to be love, with the first butterflies flying inside the belly and refusing to go, no matter what? Right. Nothing... So, after 3 days I was convinced that yes, I'm the love of his life and I gave him the good news about the 'mistaken' medical tests and about my health situation: the only 'danger' to my health was the love for him.
Tears of joy. Joy of getting together, of reconciliation, of the love that obviously now it was flowering in both our hearts and for sure that it was going to remain there at least for ever. I knew among the tears and joy and promises that were pouring between us that yes, the time had come for my first kiss to happen. And, while happily walking hand in hand towards home, he took me in his arms, lifting me up, and He kissed me. The earth surely stopped, the stars suddenly were brighter and the time... the time didn't exist for a few moments.
This is how my first kiss was. The He gently left me with my feet on the ground again. There are no words to describe the happiness uniting us then.
September 7th, 1993. I was 13 and he was 14.
The next year passed with us being together, with dating in front of the house, with other kisses, with walking hand in hand, with the first fight and the first coming back together along the renewed promises, with the nights I was falling asleep with his face on my mind just to wake up the next morning seeing the same face... With first jealousy scene and the first sensation that I need space and freedom in love... With other coming backs together and other promises renewed. With the believe that the world is spinning around for us and that obviously 'always' is the time we're going to be together. With everything that adds magic and flavor to the first adolescenthood love.
That 'always' lasted for 1 year. After that, we remained friends and each one went on with following its own path in life.
The time came for him to carry my child in his arms, then for me to go at his wedding. There are 8 years since his wedding? I don't remember exactly, but we didn't see and didn't speak to each other since then. I knew he was going to leave the country with his newly wife and I kept in my heart his image happy as he was at his wedding. Since then, I saw him only when he was visiting me in my dreams, every time going back to where we grew up together, to talk, at least in the land of dreams, about what was happening in our lives.
A few days ago I dreamed him again. I was going to his parents home to asked them how is He, how is life treating him these days. In the dream, instead of his parents opening the door it was He, himself. He told me that he divorced, we hugged and we just simply were back together. I woke up from this dream decided to go to his parents next time I'll visit the town I grew up in and find out for real what is happening with him.
But first I searched him on facebook. And I found him. Later that evening we were talking this time for real, and he was telling me that yes, he is divorcing, yes, he also thought of me, yes, the most beautiful love was then, when we were kids-to-adolescents.
I'm living now, same as then, 17 years ago, the joy of reconnecting, the joy of this love that was silently there in my heart and refused to just fade away.
In the meantime, I've learned not to make plans, not to ask what and how will be, if it will be. And I've learned to simply enjoy this present moment, without giving it a special meaning, to be grateful for the way life has its own wisdom in arranging things, people, events, love...
Love,
Ram
Primul meu sarut
7 septembrie 1993.
Se intampla intr-un alt mileniu, se intampla intr-o alta viata. Tot a mea, de buna seama. Se intampla dupa ce am avut grija sa ma asigur ca El ma iubeste cu adevarat si nu este unul dintr-aceia care doar vor sa se foloseasca de mine - deh, educatia...
Dupa un an in care nu ne-am vorbit ci doar ne-am urmarit cu privirile, l-am supus marelui test. Adica l-am lasat sa planga 3 zile crezand ca am leucemie si ca voi muri. Unde mi-a fost capul de am inventat asemenea 'test'? Pai simplu, nu mi-a fost. Ce are capul de-a face cu prima iubire, cu acea iubire de adolescenti in devenire, cu primii fluturi ce-si fac simtita prezenta in stomac si refuza sa plece, orice ai face? Exact. Nimic...
Asa ca, dupa 3 zile in care m-am convins ca da, sunt iubirea vietii lui, i-am dat vestea cea buna despre analizele 'gresite' si despre starea mea de sanatate: singurul 'pericol' ce-mi influenta sanatatea era iubirea pentru el.
Lacrimi de bucurie. De bucuria regasirii, a impacarii, a iubirii ce era clar de acum ca inflorea in inimile amandorura si cu siguranta avea sa fie acolo cel putin pentru totdeauna. Am stiut printre lacrimile si bucuria si promisiunile ce curgeau atunci ca da, a venit momentul pentru primul meu sarut. Si, in timp ce mergeam fericiti catre casa, ne-am oprit, m-a ridicat in brate, si asa, cu picioarele in aer, la El in brate, m-a sarutat. Pamantul cu siguranta s-a oprit, stelele au inceput dintr-o data sa straluceasca mai tare, iar timpul... timpul n-a mai existat vreme de ceva minute.
Asa a fost primul meu sarut. Apoi El m-a lasat bland cu picioarele pe pamant. Si nu sunt cuvinte sa descriu fericirea ce ne unea atunci.
7 septembrie 1993. Aveam 13 ani iar el 14.
Urmatorul an a curs fiind impreuna, cu intalniri in fata blocului, cu alte sarutari, cu plimbari de mana, cu prima cearta de indragostiti, cu prima impacare insotita de promisiuni reinnoite, cu serile in care adormeam cu imaginea lui in minte doar pentru a ma trezi dimineata cu aceeasi imagine... Cu prima scena de gelozie si cu prima senzatie ca am nevoie de spatiu si de libertate atunci cand iubesc... Cu alte impacari si alte promisiuni. Cu convingerea ca lumea se invarte pentru noi si ca, de buna seama, 'mereu' este perioada in care vom fi impreuna. Cu tot ce da farmec si aroma primei iubiri de adolescenti.
Acel 'mereu' a durat 1 an. Dupa care am ramas prieteni si fiecare a mers in propria directie mai departe in viata.
A venit vremea cand el mi-a tinut copila in brate, iar eu am fost la nunta lui. Sa fie 8 ani de atunci? Nici nu mai stiu exact, dar de la nunta lui nu ne-am mai vazut si nici nu am mai vorbit. Stiam ca urma sa plece din Romania cu sotia lui si am pastrat in inima imaginea lui asa fericit cum era la nunta. L-am mai vazut doar cand imi aparea in vis, de fiecare data acolo unde am crescut impreuna, reintorcandu-ne sa povestim, macar in vis, ce se mai intampla in vietile noastre.
Acum cateva zile l-am visat iar. Acasa la parintii lui unde ma dusesem sa-i intreb ce mai face El, cum e viata lui. In vis, in loc sa-mi deschida parintii lui, mi-a deschis chiar El. Mi-a spus ca a divortat, ne-am luat in brate si pur si simplu am fost iar impreuna. M-am trezit hotarata sa merg la parintii lui, sa aflu intr-adevar ce mai face.
L-am cautat intai pe facebook. L-am gasit. Seara vorbeam si imi povestea, de data asta real, ca da, divorteaza, ca da, si el s-a gandit la mine, ca da, cea mai frumoasa iubire a fost cea traita atunci, cand eram copii-adolescenti.
Traiesc iar, ca si atunci, cu 17 ani in urma, bucuria regasirii, bucuria unei iubiri care a stat acolo cuminte in inima mea si a refuzat sa dispara.
Intre timp, am invatat sa nu mai fac planuri, sa nu ma mai intreb ce si cum va fi, de va fi. Si am mai invatat sa ma bucur pur si simplu de acest moment prezent, fara a-i da o semnificatie anume, sa fiu recunoscatoare pentru felul in care viata are propria intelepciune in a aranja lucrurile, oamenii, evenimentele, iubirile...
Din inima,
Ram
It was happening in another millennium, in another life. Still mine, for sure. It was happening after making sure that He truly loves me and he's not one of those who just want to use me - well, yeah, education...
After one year without talking to each other and just sharing glances, I put him through the 'big test'. Meaning I let him cry for 3 days, thinking that I have leukemia and I was going to die. Where was my head when inventing this kind of 'test'? Well, simply it wasn't. What has the head to do with the first love, with that adolescents to be love, with the first butterflies flying inside the belly and refusing to go, no matter what? Right. Nothing... So, after 3 days I was convinced that yes, I'm the love of his life and I gave him the good news about the 'mistaken' medical tests and about my health situation: the only 'danger' to my health was the love for him.
Tears of joy. Joy of getting together, of reconciliation, of the love that obviously now it was flowering in both our hearts and for sure that it was going to remain there at least for ever. I knew among the tears and joy and promises that were pouring between us that yes, the time had come for my first kiss to happen. And, while happily walking hand in hand towards home, he took me in his arms, lifting me up, and He kissed me. The earth surely stopped, the stars suddenly were brighter and the time... the time didn't exist for a few moments.
This is how my first kiss was. The He gently left me with my feet on the ground again. There are no words to describe the happiness uniting us then.
September 7th, 1993. I was 13 and he was 14.
The next year passed with us being together, with dating in front of the house, with other kisses, with walking hand in hand, with the first fight and the first coming back together along the renewed promises, with the nights I was falling asleep with his face on my mind just to wake up the next morning seeing the same face... With first jealousy scene and the first sensation that I need space and freedom in love... With other coming backs together and other promises renewed. With the believe that the world is spinning around for us and that obviously 'always' is the time we're going to be together. With everything that adds magic and flavor to the first adolescenthood love.
That 'always' lasted for 1 year. After that, we remained friends and each one went on with following its own path in life.
The time came for him to carry my child in his arms, then for me to go at his wedding. There are 8 years since his wedding? I don't remember exactly, but we didn't see and didn't speak to each other since then. I knew he was going to leave the country with his newly wife and I kept in my heart his image happy as he was at his wedding. Since then, I saw him only when he was visiting me in my dreams, every time going back to where we grew up together, to talk, at least in the land of dreams, about what was happening in our lives.
A few days ago I dreamed him again. I was going to his parents home to asked them how is He, how is life treating him these days. In the dream, instead of his parents opening the door it was He, himself. He told me that he divorced, we hugged and we just simply were back together. I woke up from this dream decided to go to his parents next time I'll visit the town I grew up in and find out for real what is happening with him.
But first I searched him on facebook. And I found him. Later that evening we were talking this time for real, and he was telling me that yes, he is divorcing, yes, he also thought of me, yes, the most beautiful love was then, when we were kids-to-adolescents.
I'm living now, same as then, 17 years ago, the joy of reconnecting, the joy of this love that was silently there in my heart and refused to just fade away.
In the meantime, I've learned not to make plans, not to ask what and how will be, if it will be. And I've learned to simply enjoy this present moment, without giving it a special meaning, to be grateful for the way life has its own wisdom in arranging things, people, events, love...
Love,
Ram
Primul meu sarut
7 septembrie 1993.
Se intampla intr-un alt mileniu, se intampla intr-o alta viata. Tot a mea, de buna seama. Se intampla dupa ce am avut grija sa ma asigur ca El ma iubeste cu adevarat si nu este unul dintr-aceia care doar vor sa se foloseasca de mine - deh, educatia...
Dupa un an in care nu ne-am vorbit ci doar ne-am urmarit cu privirile, l-am supus marelui test. Adica l-am lasat sa planga 3 zile crezand ca am leucemie si ca voi muri. Unde mi-a fost capul de am inventat asemenea 'test'? Pai simplu, nu mi-a fost. Ce are capul de-a face cu prima iubire, cu acea iubire de adolescenti in devenire, cu primii fluturi ce-si fac simtita prezenta in stomac si refuza sa plece, orice ai face? Exact. Nimic...
Asa ca, dupa 3 zile in care m-am convins ca da, sunt iubirea vietii lui, i-am dat vestea cea buna despre analizele 'gresite' si despre starea mea de sanatate: singurul 'pericol' ce-mi influenta sanatatea era iubirea pentru el.
Lacrimi de bucurie. De bucuria regasirii, a impacarii, a iubirii ce era clar de acum ca inflorea in inimile amandorura si cu siguranta avea sa fie acolo cel putin pentru totdeauna. Am stiut printre lacrimile si bucuria si promisiunile ce curgeau atunci ca da, a venit momentul pentru primul meu sarut. Si, in timp ce mergeam fericiti catre casa, ne-am oprit, m-a ridicat in brate, si asa, cu picioarele in aer, la El in brate, m-a sarutat. Pamantul cu siguranta s-a oprit, stelele au inceput dintr-o data sa straluceasca mai tare, iar timpul... timpul n-a mai existat vreme de ceva minute.
Asa a fost primul meu sarut. Apoi El m-a lasat bland cu picioarele pe pamant. Si nu sunt cuvinte sa descriu fericirea ce ne unea atunci.
7 septembrie 1993. Aveam 13 ani iar el 14.
Urmatorul an a curs fiind impreuna, cu intalniri in fata blocului, cu alte sarutari, cu plimbari de mana, cu prima cearta de indragostiti, cu prima impacare insotita de promisiuni reinnoite, cu serile in care adormeam cu imaginea lui in minte doar pentru a ma trezi dimineata cu aceeasi imagine... Cu prima scena de gelozie si cu prima senzatie ca am nevoie de spatiu si de libertate atunci cand iubesc... Cu alte impacari si alte promisiuni. Cu convingerea ca lumea se invarte pentru noi si ca, de buna seama, 'mereu' este perioada in care vom fi impreuna. Cu tot ce da farmec si aroma primei iubiri de adolescenti.
Acel 'mereu' a durat 1 an. Dupa care am ramas prieteni si fiecare a mers in propria directie mai departe in viata.
A venit vremea cand el mi-a tinut copila in brate, iar eu am fost la nunta lui. Sa fie 8 ani de atunci? Nici nu mai stiu exact, dar de la nunta lui nu ne-am mai vazut si nici nu am mai vorbit. Stiam ca urma sa plece din Romania cu sotia lui si am pastrat in inima imaginea lui asa fericit cum era la nunta. L-am mai vazut doar cand imi aparea in vis, de fiecare data acolo unde am crescut impreuna, reintorcandu-ne sa povestim, macar in vis, ce se mai intampla in vietile noastre.
Acum cateva zile l-am visat iar. Acasa la parintii lui unde ma dusesem sa-i intreb ce mai face El, cum e viata lui. In vis, in loc sa-mi deschida parintii lui, mi-a deschis chiar El. Mi-a spus ca a divortat, ne-am luat in brate si pur si simplu am fost iar impreuna. M-am trezit hotarata sa merg la parintii lui, sa aflu intr-adevar ce mai face.
L-am cautat intai pe facebook. L-am gasit. Seara vorbeam si imi povestea, de data asta real, ca da, divorteaza, ca da, si el s-a gandit la mine, ca da, cea mai frumoasa iubire a fost cea traita atunci, cand eram copii-adolescenti.
Traiesc iar, ca si atunci, cu 17 ani in urma, bucuria regasirii, bucuria unei iubiri care a stat acolo cuminte in inima mea si a refuzat sa dispara.
Intre timp, am invatat sa nu mai fac planuri, sa nu ma mai intreb ce si cum va fi, de va fi. Si am mai invatat sa ma bucur pur si simplu de acest moment prezent, fara a-i da o semnificatie anume, sa fiu recunoscatoare pentru felul in care viata are propria intelepciune in a aranja lucrurile, oamenii, evenimentele, iubirile...
Din inima,
Ram
Friday 2 July 2010
Cut the crap now.
We people are amazing beings.
We fight on nothing and we complicate our existence just to have something to do. We steal other people's lives, we strive to be 'someone' and we forget to be ourselves.
We fall in love with the 'wrong person' and we don't have the courage to find out what love really is.
We go deeper into dramas but we run away when going deeper into our own hearts. We develop the best strategies for escaping and we lose ourselves in other people's happenings; when we 'accidentally' find a mirror we instantly get tired and a sudden desire to sleep arises.
We are the best in finding excuses and we take our master degree in blaming others, or life, or society, or odds, or past lives, or curses, or the system, the competitors, the dark forces, the politics, the weather, the teachers, the moon and all the planets, and of course, mother and father, God, the Universe, destiny, faith and the list can continue cause we are so creative in generating it, aren't we?
We get to be experts in pretending to be someone else and we wonder why God, if he's such a good fellow, doesn't reveal to us in an instant the truth and the greatness of who we really are.
All these and more work just damn fine until one day.
One day we say to ourselves Ok. Cut the crap now.
One day when we get dizzy of so much running around in circles. We get sick and tired of this entire masquerade.
One day when the pain of not accepting who we are, as we are, grows too big to be bearable any longer. The day when we realize that the price we pay for lying and pretending is, in fact, our own lives.
A day when we stop whining about it and start changing it, whatever this 'it' is. We take responsibility of our own existence, say No to bulshit and Yes to ourselves. The day when compromising and raping our inner truth is no longer an option.
The day when we have the strength and the presence to look straight into someone's eyes and say 'This is who I am. You're welcome to join me for a while if you like it. If you don't like it, then so long my friend and thank you for passing by!'
The day when we realize that we are indeed Gods, but each one is God in his own life not in someone else's life.
The day when we stop pretending and start living. When instead of complaining about the poverty of our reality, we start expanding it by enriching it with new choices.
And this day comes for all of us. Sooner or later, easier or harder, it comes for each one of us. With no exception.
So, when is it going to be for you?
Love,
Ram
We fight on nothing and we complicate our existence just to have something to do. We steal other people's lives, we strive to be 'someone' and we forget to be ourselves.
We fall in love with the 'wrong person' and we don't have the courage to find out what love really is.
We go deeper into dramas but we run away when going deeper into our own hearts. We develop the best strategies for escaping and we lose ourselves in other people's happenings; when we 'accidentally' find a mirror we instantly get tired and a sudden desire to sleep arises.
We are the best in finding excuses and we take our master degree in blaming others, or life, or society, or odds, or past lives, or curses, or the system, the competitors, the dark forces, the politics, the weather, the teachers, the moon and all the planets, and of course, mother and father, God, the Universe, destiny, faith and the list can continue cause we are so creative in generating it, aren't we?
We get to be experts in pretending to be someone else and we wonder why God, if he's such a good fellow, doesn't reveal to us in an instant the truth and the greatness of who we really are.
All these and more work just damn fine until one day.
One day we say to ourselves Ok. Cut the crap now.
One day when we get dizzy of so much running around in circles. We get sick and tired of this entire masquerade.
One day when the pain of not accepting who we are, as we are, grows too big to be bearable any longer. The day when we realize that the price we pay for lying and pretending is, in fact, our own lives.
A day when we stop whining about it and start changing it, whatever this 'it' is. We take responsibility of our own existence, say No to bulshit and Yes to ourselves. The day when compromising and raping our inner truth is no longer an option.
The day when we have the strength and the presence to look straight into someone's eyes and say 'This is who I am. You're welcome to join me for a while if you like it. If you don't like it, then so long my friend and thank you for passing by!'
The day when we realize that we are indeed Gods, but each one is God in his own life not in someone else's life.
The day when we stop pretending and start living. When instead of complaining about the poverty of our reality, we start expanding it by enriching it with new choices.
And this day comes for all of us. Sooner or later, easier or harder, it comes for each one of us. With no exception.
So, when is it going to be for you?
Love,
Ram
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