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~* Lacy Veil *~

My favorite Odd Molly lace shawl.

Hide and seek photos by Serge…♥.

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*~ Heart Dance ~*

You can dance anywhere, even if only in your heart.

Today I have worked very hard on something that is both very important and extremely scary to me. A chance I owe myself to take. Although I still don’t know where I’ll find the courage to it.

I wanted to share this lovely wild picture by Unjung Jun with you – today it has helped me relate with a phrase so real:

No guts, no glory.

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I’m not the most organized of people. So I found this collage from the net, for inspiration… This is how I dream my to-do list to look like (especially on the eve of a winter vacation):

But, being me, it’s slightly more scattered, messy, over-the-top overlapping hurdle… Like so.

Clearly it’s time for an Engel moment. A peaceful quality moment with me, myself and I, and a hot cup of Engel’s lovely house tea.. Followed by a blizzardy walk for long, long sweaty session of hot yoga.

My secret weapons that always work for clearing an unruly mind.

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All is well, just remember that, especially when it’s not.

Life has a way of taking care of itself.

Viktor Egelund

So comforting. Even true, I think.

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One of my favorite quotes is from a poem by Märta Tikkanen:

“Tämä ei kohtaa meitä rakkauden puutteen

vaan rakkauden epätoivon tähden”

Märta Tikkanen, Vuosisadan rakkaustarina

I haven’t found an English translation of the book so I apologize in advance for the injustice my shabby translation does to these words, so dear to me…

“this doesn’t fall upon us for the sparseness of love

but for the despair of it”

The book is a real-life tale on all-engulfing passion, love, and despair so deep that at the end it overtakes… everything.

Not a happy love story, but so real you can taste it.

Märta says of husband Henrik, after his death:

I miss him, often. But not even for a moment have I wanted him back.”

The quote above I can relate to. This latter one, no.

I guess I have to live a little more to reach those depths… But to tell you a secret…

I hope I never will.

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There are days when a woman needs something soft between herself and the world.

Photos collected by Unjung Jun

Warmest thanks to Divine Duchess Hannele, for grasping my mood way before I did…♥.

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I thought I was rolling with the punches life’s thrown on my path more or less okay.

Until yesterday.

When out of nowhere, I fainted.

In the audience of a crowded theatre no less.

I was alone so maybe it took some time for people to notice… But when they did all hell broke loose. Ambulance came. I had to go with them. How spectacularly embarrassing.

Finally, one of the ambulance guys listened as I told him of some of the hardships I’d faced recently. And that I’d again forgotten to eat and all that. So he was sweet and instead of forcing me to go to the hospital, he escorted me to my train. Wishing me the best of luck.

A warm thanks to you, kind stranger.

Just a moment earlier at the theatre... Still standing.

 OK. This was a wake-up call, even for me. Life must change. Drastically, and now.

Would you send some good wishes to accompany my path???

I think I could use them.

The play was actually fascinating; The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler. It’s played all around the world on Valentine’s day under theme “V-Day Until the Violence Stops”. The performances raise awareness and gather money to end violence against women and girls.

I feel so incredibly stupid for not having seen it all.

I'm glad I had time to immortalize a at least some of the performance...

But even that doesn’t erase the fact that what I did see was deeply moving, inspiring and thought-provoking.

Important topic, beautifully delivered.

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Today my mother wondered out loud whether there’s a curse on our family.

I say no.

But I get her. Meningitis, blood poisoning, pneumonia, depression, coma, cancer. Two people, our people, in intensive care. One week.

There have been too many weeks like this.

Today I’m going to Turku, to give a hug to a family member who’s fighting for her life in the hospital.

Maybe together we can take a little moment to listen to seashell voices.

Even for just a moment.

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A must see; that 20’s music, dance, dresses. That zest for life.

And… that encounter with destiny.

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