childrenofmoon

Nighttime. My favorite time to write, I suppose. Time to think and listen what my mind has been boiling up and stirring.  One week in rehab in hotel. Just mental stuff, no alcohol or drugs. Still, one week in hotel, without any stress and need to do anything. No cooking or cleaning. Just some therapy and grouptalking.  Those are things cannot be told, but other stuff tried there. Like Zumba and bowling. I hated Zumba. thought it was ridicilous. Still think. But damn it was fun. Same goes to bowling. oddest part was, that there was somekinda meter, that told how fast the ball went. (we were all womans) Others got like max 34km/h while throwing

Its been busy month. Travels to north, back to my roots, for seeing how one person I deeply cared and loved was laid down to ground, for eternal rest. Even tough sorrow and sadness was lingering in air and hearts of people there, day was cold and clear. So cold, that not even the church bells wanted to sing their song. So bright and clear, that it hurt your eyes just to watch sky and snow. Day was beautiful, and even sun came to say farewell. And when the grave was supposed to fill, the mist came, and gave natural curtain for the workers. You couldn't see more than couple meters ahead of you.  It was beautiful and sad day. After all that, t

Now I have tried to start being more active. At least doing something once in a month. For many reasons and still just for myself. And then again, I should do some cleaning here. Deleting old pictures, cause i feel so ashamed when looking at them. Oh lord. But then again, here is where one can see how much there has been somekinda learning. Or progress. And slowly, slowly im getting off from that horrible feeling of envy and being nothing, what usually strikes when trying to add here something. Okey, envy was not the correct word. Just feeling like miserable amateur trying to come in pro-league. Slowly getting past that. Last month.. Was