Sunday 18 November 2012

Sunday walk

I woke up today with sun shining through the window. Is it just me or do we all in UK get quite surprised when we actually find ourselves awake with the sun out? I couldn't waste this rare oportunity to go for a long walk (no rain!) and this is why I ended up in Greenwhich. I thought to take lots of pictures around the queens house and the park but my camera managed to die very quickly therefore I present you two picktures: A Tree and Me.




Yup, not very good picks but they will do. I had a lovely afternoon, just taking in the autum, fallen leaves, trees that are still clinging to some of their contents and people walking their dogs. (I did wish at the time how great it would have been to have a dog and see it enjoying freedom of nature). I hope that we will have more weekends when sun comes out and we all feel better just for that.

Yours,
Tina Teaspoon

Sunday 11 November 2012

Simple Sundays

Sometimes simple Sundays are the best. Wake up, have breakfast, go for a walk, come back, have a cup of tea, lunch, make another cup of tea, find the best spot on the couch, read a book, nap, drink some tea...




Life is best when it's simple...

Yours,
Tina Teaspoon

Friday 26 October 2012

Would you let me

It has been so rare for a new beautifully simple song to come out. A song that has meaningful lyrics rather than two words repeated over and over again with no intellectual or emotional input. But at least sometimes we get something like this:



Yours,
Tina Teaspoon

Friday 12 October 2012

Want Want Want

                                                                            

What I want from Zara today.

Thursday 11 October 2012

Black Dog

I am sorry but I cannot not blog this. Nicole Scherzinger has recorded the most amazing song Black Dog by Led Zeppelin:




To be honest, not many people can pull off a cover of this song but I do like Nicole's version.



Thursday 13 September 2012

Owl day



A month ago or so me and my BF went to Birds Of Prey Centre in Bedfordshire.  It was one of the most amazing days that I have had for many reasons but the most important one is that I spent most of the morning with Owls. We started off by being introduced to three different sized Owls – Pete, Harriet & Petri. 

The lovely person from the centre (whose name I can’t remember) has talked us through the owls and allowed each of us to hold them. Pete, the male of the three, had really big beautiful eyes.  He’s the type of an owl that has hairs sticking out between his eyes and if you stroke them it makes him fall asleep. That’s pretty amazing when you see it done, they start snoozing in half a second.



Harriet was the biggest of them all and she did weigh quite a bit. I could hold her only for a little bit of time before my arm started feeling very tired.

 


And there was Petri – the smallest one. I hold her for the longest time and she weight barely anything. I could hold her quite close to myself and it was just wonderful. Whilst I had her on my arm some sort of eagle flew buy and she suddenly shrunk half the size and became very skinny and still. I was told that’s how small owls try to avoid to be killed by other birds – trying to blend into the environment and also look as small as possible so that they would not be spotted. When my BF was holding her she tried to fly away couple of times and was really interesting to watch her flying in the same spot, flapping her wings as hard as possible. She was tied to BFs hand that’s so she couldn’t fly away.




Later we actually were allowed to fly some of other owls which was just brilliant. Seeing them fly towards you quietly and landing perfectly on your arm is something that everyone should experience. Owls don’t really make any sounds when they fly so if you wouldn’t know that they are flying past you then you could miss them or get really startled by them.

Me flying a barn owl




Having this experience with them is beyond describing how much fun I had and how much more in love I am with them.



Baby Owls


Yours,
Tina Teaspoon
 
P.S. The lovely person from the centre (whose name I can’t remember) has told us that Owls are actually not very smart birds and there association to knowledge is just a myth. Just because they hand around Athena does not mean that they are intelligent. That kind of did upset me a bit as it crushed my heart. That’s what I always thought about Owls, how smart they are. Nevertheless, Owls are my most favourite birds.

P.S.S. There also was another show of birds after the owl experience day which also was really good fun. We saw eagles, pelicans and all sorts of other birds performing some flying and other tricks. If highly recommend to go to Birds Of Prey Centre and spend there a day. (http://www.birdsofpreycentre.co.uk/)

Sunday 2 September 2012

Something new

This is something new and old at the same time

Yours,
Tina Teaspoon

Sunday 5 August 2012


One lovely Saturday I went to Hampton Court which was amazing, truly amazing! I loved the court and the history it breathes. It is definitely worth it to go there and spend the day. You can see the Kings private rooms, the oldest maze in the world, beautiful gardens and King Henry the VIII walking around the court. I will definitely try to go there one day again.









The Hampton Court day was ended with an afternoon champagne tea. Yet again it was my first time experiencing what is a true British afternoon tea and I was not disappointed with it. British do know what to serve with a good cup of tea.




As always yours,
Tina Teaspoon

Friday 3 August 2012

Where is summer

Sometimes there are glimpses of summer here in London. Not often, not very often really but just sometime.


I've been in UK for five years now and if you ask what I miss most I will tell you that I miss sun and warmth. And can you believe that last month was the first time I have ever tried Pimms. Why no one told me about Pimms before?! It tastes wonderfully!


I can't believe it's already August. I feel like I have not had any summer time at all which kinda makes me sad because we are nearly at the end....

Yours,
Tina Teaspoon

Monday 23 July 2012

Recently I have put myself through some things that I am really scared of in my life which for a long time I thought I would never do. You know the kind of fear that takes over your mind and body, when you physically shake but at the same time cannot move, when your mind is screaming ‘RUN’ loudly in your head and there is nothing else there. I wish I could tell you that I was brave, that I did not want to drop everything many times and curl up in bed. I would love to be able to say that I took up everything like a hero with my chest out and calmly controlled my fears in my hands. But I did not. I was scared as scared you can be; I was afraid so much that a lot of times I could not think rationally, I could not speak rationally, I would cry afterwards.

I had read this interesting passage in the book that I am currently reading and it is about how our minds deal with pain. I thought that it not only describes pain but fits on how we deal with fear too as a lot of times these two things are intertwined. Because all the feelings and scary moments are still fresh in me I would like to share the passage with you:

“Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind doors.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are time when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”

I don’t know if my mind has chosen one of the particular doors to cope with my fears but I do guess that it uses first and second one a lot of time. As I sleep and forget what I want to forget I go by better and better until the next time to be afraid comes along.

How do you cope with fear?

Yours,
Tina Teaspoon

Post Scriptum: The book that I took the quote from is called ‘The Name Of The Wind’ by Patrick Rothfuss. If you like fantasy books then definitely read this one as it grabs your attention and does not let you go until you finish it all.


Picture taken from http://1x.com/

Thursday 7 June 2012

Naked thoughts

Today is raining, again… All I want to do is stay in bed naked whilst drinking tea and reading books. Forget the entire world and be only concerned about myself. And maybe you…  


Waiting for you,
Tina Teaspoon

Monday 4 June 2012

Little dreams

Sometimes, just sometimes I dream it's me dancing:


Sunday 3 June 2012

Not me, not today...


I was sitting in the big concert not seeing, not hearing and not feeling. People all around me - people smiling, people dancing, people singing, drinking, laughing. I was there but all around me was total dark emptiness. No way out and no way in. My eyes were open but the colours were faded, life was nonexistent. 

Broken mind, broken soul, defeated by one self. It is scary to be but not to live.

 (image taken from http://1x.com/photos)

Sunday 27 May 2012

Viva Italia!

Vivia Italija! I want to shout on my last day in the country that welcomed me for a brief holiday time. I came to Italy with no expectations and no promises. Now that I am on my way back home I leave this wonderful country with warm memories and joyful tears in my eyes.

I would love to put all the good experiences down but as I try to do so they all sound as if copied from some cheep holiday postcard - great food, beautiful scenery, good weather... But I still must praise and give my dues to their coffee which made me excited and smiley with every single cup that I drank. The blend of mountains and valleys are now and forever imprinted in my memories with the unbelievable feeling of freedom as well as self peace. Red, white, sparkling, fruity, pale, dry wine cleansed my soul from life dirt to make me feel all new and ready to believe again. There is so much more unspoken inside me that will only be seen on my face when someone will mention the word Italy to me.

Vivo Italiano! I need to cry out, run and hug all the Italianos. They have returned my last belief in people. It has been a long time since I have seen such friendly, chatty, helpful and happy people. It is them who made me fall in love with their country. People have created the culture and friendliness, the so adored art and sacred churches, the never dying fashionable aesthetics. I now lust to live with them, eat with them, be around them, love them and hope to be loved back by them.

Grazi! I leave my heart in Italy with a dream to come back in an unforeseeable future to take it back.



Ciao,
Tina Teaspoon

Wednesday 1 February 2012

Unique


‘Women don’t look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women.’*

Maybe this is why she carefully asks him about his previous girlfriends. She needs to know how good they were and how beautiful they looked like. What do you think about them, how high do you regard them? It is pure self torture as all she wants to hear is how better she is. It is good to know that a man you are with has a good taste in women but you and only you want to be the most beautiful of all or the ‘most’ in something for him. You go to the extremes thinking that you would rather be the shortest or the loudest (or... think what you want) if not the most beautiful of them in order just to feel special; and how disappointing it is to hear that in a way you are not much different from all of them. You are just another woman.

Being just another woman is the idea that scares her. We all try to determine our unique self and establish ones immortality in another humans mind. You do not want to die but even more you do not want to fade away in someone else’s life, their memory. 

Why does he not tell her how special she is just for once?

*Milan Kundera from ‘The Book of Laughter and Forgetting’