Something dangerous.....
Something different...
Something extatic...
Something big...
Something sad..
Something funny...
Something exciting...
Something "impossible"...

Some of you might remember Janice Joplin's, "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose..."

I couldn't disagree more.
She must have been smoking when she said that.
There is always something to lose.
Unless you lost your memory and don't know who you are.
In this case- you don't even exist.
At this point talking about freedom makes no sense.

Intelligence (various kinds of)

I have read  this question and for a moment was stunned.
Now, how often does it happen?
He didn't ask: what do you want today.

"What are you denying yourself"
Robert Anthony "The ultimate secrets of total self confidence"


Could it generate more in depth answers?

Different answers?

I think it may show your needs in a different light.

"What do you want" suggests dreams, plans, freedom of choice, excitement, hope and we feel good about things we want.

"What are you denying yourself" suggests deprivation. Creates  an uncomfortable feeling that perhaps we are wasting time for petty things, while something profound is waiting.
Hmm... life is long .. I can wait, I will get there, do that, sooner or later - I may think relaxed.

...Untill the sad  moment comes when a question like this.. just more serious.. will shock me again: What have you been denying yourself for the past 2...10  years....?

crosspost from www.RealEstateConfluence.com

I found a place where I want to live... it feels sooo gooooood!!!!! I feel like I am in love. I want to cry! )
It has ALLLLLL I am looking for in a space where I want to work, live, create, draw plans of my next home...

I imagine entering the absolutely perfect quiet space, dropping my handbad wherever, every day, a world so different from the rest of Phoenix. I almost feel now the happiness I will feel when it is mine...

Though for many it will not be, for me this place is Luxurious. And  I will feel here adequately

When I think of LUXURY I immediately have to think of several other things...

TIME. lots of "free-of worry-calls-thingstodo" time  so i can  seat on the floor, watch the sky and slowly moving clouds, with lots of iced chocolate. My dog(s) close to me.
Submerge in the present moment.

SILENCE. a possibility to find it at home.

MUSIC. something lazy and quiet. (now I am listening to Norah Jones)

SIMPLICITY.  I could write a book on simplicity that can be applied to almost every sphere of our life, so anything that i could write here, will be, paradoxically: oversimplified. but in "one" word.. there is so little I need -  to be happy.

....

FREEDOM. for some reason I feel that in order to achieve something I need to be alone. For some time. In a sense....


So I am listening to love songs now... and for now .. taking a cold shower.
I don't need reassurance that I will get it if i really want it.
I SIMPLY know I will.

June 29th, 2008 categories: edits 

Doesn’t it happen to you sometimes? Driving, deep in thoughts, suddenly you see a door of your garage and you don’t know how you’ve got here! That is how I found myself in Singapore. Not driving though, but surfing.  I was looking for info on Singapore’s  architecture, when I opened an intriguing page that immediately pulled me in. In this case I didn’t see the door of my garage but a cover of a Moleskine journal; one of many that in 2007 were passed around to people of different walks of life, who completed it with their drawings, writings, photographs… all related to their understanding of a Magical Space, as a “place that holds memories and emotional treasures”

Selected pages can be seen here:

http://magicalspaces.fivefootway.com/

For some,  the magical space is an airport, that always brings them a feeling of happiness.

Another one, lists several places either in Thailand, India, or China.

Someone else jotted “it is a place which exist in my mind only”

It took me a while to recall my magical spaces. Some of them are left far behind me. Spontaneous travels, hitchhiking. Moleskine journals. A Map and Music.

Pacific Coast at Big Sur. Sometimes these are weather conditions that inspire me to write or paint, think of a story.

As someone said- these are not the events alone,  but what meaning we give them- this is what reveals who we are.

Where is Your  Magical Space? Can you tell me about it?

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crosspost from http://realestateconfluence.com/2008/06/29/where-is-your-magical-space/

I think it is hilarious! I have to share it. This is another group email from my office...

For about a year now, whenever i am fed up with  so called  "everything" and i want silence, when i hear something ELSE is calling me, i can't ignore the Voice.
It is calling me to be closer to Eternity.
Loving Unexpected (travels) i pack "i-can't-live-without" things to my biggest suitcase, and i go to my estate at the Meditteranean coast.
I arrive late morning, sun is warming up the kitchen...
I open the big old door to the Garden....

 

 

I am closer to eternity: in nature, listening to the birds... i take a path leading south, registering what changed in the meantime, which tree is bigger, where can i create another lovely outdoor room,  and  than i am on a huge lawn where i have a big wood table that can seat 20 . from here we can see the sea.

But now i am alone for few days. I love to lie on a chair close to a pool and get lost in the bigbluesky. i fall asleep. a hummingbird drinking from lavender next to me- wakes me up.


Night comes. I love  the huge bedroom i have redone in the beginning. This room is now 40 x 20 feet. light wood floor, white walls.  Just my old fashioned bed, with white old fashioned linen sheets. large windows on the east and south side of the room.  one large blue painting on the oposite wall.

I love the time i have for my self , though i never know what time it is. These are the days of transformation, and i experience such profound Silence , barely notice any inner dialogue, i feel that i breath in  the whole beauty of the world.. it seems that i can breath out so much Joy - it can cover the whole world.

here i am always barefoot.

In the morning i am outside so early i can still see the stars and the moon.

days go by and suddenly i notice i need  something else.
friends come , we cook a lot of pasta and drink a lot of  everything everything!  we spend long nights at the big table in the garden, we are rolling on the grass, dance on the table becasue we still can and we will keep doing it until we can,  and you can't be really too old to dance on a table unless you lost the joy and ability to  make fun of yourself!
We have a lot of meaningful conversations, a lot of silly jokes.

And we party liek it is the end of the world.

when i can't take it any longer i say goodbye to the Sea. clean and preserve the table so it wont fade too quickly.

Than i am back to the "real " life . the "real "job.

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It is 9pm. I am at the office. alone. I guess it is the end of my workday today.
I am working and driving. Going with the flow of traffic in Phoenix.
I never went anywhere. I didn't fly to Italy or France. Not even to Portugal.
But  for about a year now-iam getting speeding tickets while deeply in my thoughts- i am getting speeding tickets while my mind is looking at the sky above the meditteranean sea.
And one day, out of nowhere an invitation will arrive and i will not be surprised at all.

Everything is a matter of TIME