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Today, a dear friend sent me this poem that had made her think about me.

So perfect it brought tears to my eyes.

I wish she only knew how poignant was her timing.

“En toivo sinulle, että olisit “vapaa”

vailla ihmisiä yksin kaukana aavassa maassa

jossa on tilaa.

Vaikka joskus saattaisit sellaista kaivatakin.

Toivon sinulle ystäviä, avuliaita, häiritseviä,

niitä joita tarvitset tai jotka tarvitsevat sinua.

Toivon sinun löytävän kiinnekohtia kuin muratti lujasta rungosta,

että saat voimaa olla runko niille, joita sinun on kannettava.”

– Jörg Zink

I’m sorry for not being competent enough to translate poetry..

Saara, I know you’ll read this one day..

Thank you.

For understanding.

For everything.

For your shoulder. On which last weekend, once again, I got to cry my sorrows.

This one’s for you and Kalevi.

And if ever YOU should need a friend

please

give me the honor of being the shoulder you can lean on.

~*♥*~

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After yesterday, I wanted to talk to you about something pure and beautiful.

And I thought about Mali.

Never ever have I come across more beautiful, more luminous portrait on motherhood. This magical photo is taken by Raluca Cozma.

The true wonder of blogging is coming across people, places, music, moments… even objects, that truly touch a little blogger’s soul.

One of those people is Mali, loveliest of beauties. A True Real Life Fairy Angel.

The most divine bohemian princess bride on her wedding day.. Beautiful inside & out.

With an artistic bohemian wedding gown, so charming, so unique… Completed by a romantic lacy veil and a fairy tiara by Mo Puccino.

To me, these picture epitomize love. True, deep happiness. Such belonging.

These wedding photos, a class apart from the standard stiff poses, have in my opinion truly captured the heart and soul of this lovely couple. Mircea Ciuca Photography has waved the magic wand here.

There’s magic in this lady.

That’s why I asked her if I could share a glimpse of her universe with you… And I must tell, the only thing more beautiful than Mali and her husband together is the couple with sweet, sweet little daughter. Unfortunately I can’t show you photos of Mama Mali with her little tresor as I’m rather careful with displaying babies or children on the internet… But pictures baby Sanziana are pure bliss.

Mali is the heart and soul of Samsara Chill Out Tea House’s  in Cluj-Napoca, Romania.

This dream garden is on my (short)list of places to visit…

But perhaps I will be lucky, and meet the lovely Mali at another wedding, rather soon…♥.

Photo by Raluca Cozma. Ah, how I would love to have some LadyBohemia moments photographed by this artist..

~*♥*~

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Asks Marvin Gaye, and I.

How happy and carefree we were only yesterday, my friend Sissi and I, on our way to attend a fashion show in Tallinn.

Not a cloud on our sky, a beautiful experience ahead.

And after just one day’s break of reading the news, the first thing to do upon our return is to frantically search whether my dear friend and her family, living in Hyvinkää and matching the descriptions of victims, are alive.

Just this morning, waking up after a well-slept night in our beautiful hotel room, we played Erin’s “On elämä laina” when putting on our make-up and peacefully getting ready for a lovely sunkissed day of strolling around the Old Town, meeting a few designers, buying flowers from the flower market…

Just this morning, this was another song.

PS. For those who got worried about my friend: I still haven’t reached her. The worst seems to have hit other families than theirs, but there’s very little information about the wounded.

So I can’t sleep until I do reach her.

What’s going on???

~*♥*~

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I’m not quite sure whether I like it or not, but many people have nicknamed me Butterfly. Strangely, it’s mostly men, starting with my father when I was little.

I’ve been written Butterfly inspired poems that made me cry,  it’s been engraved into jewellery given to me. Most fitting, in my opinion, is Serge’s habit of using Butterfly as a verb in my regard.

“Have you done something useful today, or just butterflied around?”

Of course most often, I’ve just butterflied…

Most beautiful of all Butterfly themed tributes however, is this song by Heli Kajo. I’ve listened to it a hundred times tonight already… and just can’t stop.

~*♥*~

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A happy life is just a string of happy moments.

But most people don’t allow the happy moment, because they’re so busy trying to get a happy life.”

– Abraham

 

My happy Paris moments this time included places and/or people. Such as the most charming terasse, surrounded by the most delicate roses:

An evening at the most authentic cabaret:

Yummyest lobster lunch:

Artsyest Monmartre artist (and an other one, with whom, it turned out, we shared the same friends!):

Most touching exhibition, on stolen souls:

My Paris moments.

Some, happy. All beautiful.

A few of them, unforgettable.

~*♥*~

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My yesterday started out with most serious intentions. And then turned all bubbly.

Between a doctor’s appointment and not only one, but two gym classes reserved, I had a free moment to sit down in the sun and read a little Hemingway (seriously – sophisticating the mind and working the butt was the plan).

When past strutted the lovely Sissi with Heidi InWonderland, and hijacked me along.

Mmmmmm it turned out to be one of those joyous carefree warm summerdays (nights) when everything is possible…

Even taking off for Tallinn, for another lovely fashion show, this Friday… Before the night was over, invitations were arranged, our trip & hotel rooms booked.

Luckily, we stopped short at reserving the helicopter… Which for a moment seemed like an intelligent financial move. Until we noticed that the price quoted was per person… Hmpf.

But in this company, even rowing our way to Tallinn would guarantee a most memorable experience ♥.

~*♥*~

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I’d like to recommend a most thought provoking exposition to any and all of you who might visit Paris this summer. At Musée du quai Branly, titled “Les Maîtres du désordre” – Masters of disorder, or chaos, – it was a must-see for me.

Out of all the ancient or modern traditions – from Tibet, Mali,India, the Ivory Coast, Brazil, Colombia, Papua New Guinea, Tahiti, Siberia… – invented by man to control the uncontrollable,  it was surprisingly a piece from the US that truly got under my skin.

On the screen behind me Anna Halprin, one of the great pioneers of modern dance, who in 1975 learned that she had fatal cancer.

Instead of surrendering to the inevitable, Anna decided to attack her beast within. She invited 10 of her closest friends to witness as she painted  an image of her cancer on a huge canvas, and exorcised it with dance, cries, prayer, kneeling, fighting… with inimitable despair and rage.

Her wailing, screaming, crying, wordless cursing filled the full exhibition hall, echoing everywhere.

So bare. Raw. Powerful.

Absolutely haunting.

In her next medical check-up, all signs of her cancer were gone.

This documentary tale  hit a core in me as I’ve – rather helplessly – witnessed both my parents struggling against cancer.

Their approach towards their personal demons was rather… Different. Very Finnish, very stoic. Neither of them ever discussed their fears or pains – maybe they would have considered it complaining.

All their screams were only heard within, all their battles took place inside their heads.

Maybe they would have benefited from shouting, cursing and swearing it out instead of holding all that inside.

So alone. In such discreet silence.

Note to self. Call mom. Every Day.

~*♥*~

Ps. Anna (born 1920) still occasionally lectures at universities.

She was the first person to introduce nude dancers.

The first person to introduce black and white dancers together.

First person to present a group of HIV positive dancers.

~

What a Lady.

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Again last Sunday I was the last, the very last person to make it to our little picnic…

In explanation – not excuse – I can only say that I was stuck at home,  captivated and playing this song by Heli Kajo on repeat. Eventually, I did drag my butt – and my laptop – to Kaivopuisto in an attempt to seduce / torture everybody with my latest musical addiction, but that ended rather typically. In silent treatment by my laptop.

I’m telling you, sometimes my pc and I resemble an old married couple who just don’t communicate.

But I don’t give up. Voilà, the divine Heli Kajo. Listen – and you’ll understand why I couldn’t get out the door.

Kun mennään tanssimaan kaduilla huudetaan näettekö tätä on rakkaus

~*♥*~

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It’s time to pack friends, kids, aunts, uncles, cats & dogs… and head out for the first Picnic of the year!!!

Photo Unjung Jun

My kind of day is in the cards. Sun, dear friends, kids’ adventures, good conversation, fingerfood…Miauuuu ♥.

Welcome & join us darlings whom I couldn’t reach! We’ll be someplace where seabreeze meets parklife.

All ladies, Mama duty calling ♥.

Swinging’s just that much more fun when one’s being swung.

Coucou!

Unique bohemian earrings by Fine van Brooklin.

… lightest finest rosa silk shirt from France, cotton trousers H&M, ballerinas Redfoot (Sex and the City; the Carrie model), rose quartz & turqoise earrings Fine fan Brooklin, silver vintage ring from 1920’s, silver bracelet from Zambia; chosen by my dad 30something years ago; worn by me always.

One happy day ♥.

~*♥*~

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Tonight I’m falling in love with Heli Kajo. And remembering Paris.

As I was going through my photos, I stumbled upon this song by a Finnish songbird  and artist Heli Kajo. Her song “Elämäsi suloisin virhe” -your sweetest mistake – turned my memories into music.

And as many ask… My favorite coat Odd Molly sample piece, sleeveless knitted shirt with tiny pearls find from Paris, velvet trousers Férrer (10 yrs old), burgundy leather boots & bag vintage. Golden hoop earrings with moonstones, Zarro.

xxx

xxx

As you are off to paris, look for a young man walking hand in hand with a most delicately beautiful girl. The boy knows he’ll love the girl passionately and forever. Every night that young man dies, happy. Every morning he starts anew, the girl right beside him, knowing he will love the girl, passionately and forever.”

– A little note I received when taking off for Paris, from a dear friend from 20something years ago.

Life.

Tragedy. Comedy. Romance. Pulp Fiction.

I have a feeling that Heli’s onto it… Whereas I’m still firmly in the league of amateurs.

~*♥*~

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