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
Friday, 3 August 2012
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.
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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
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
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.
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’
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