Ronchi78
giovedì 16 giugno 2011
lunedì 13 giugno 2011
domenica 12 giugno 2011
sabato 11 giugno 2011
venerdì 10 giugno 2011
giovedì 9 giugno 2011
mercoledì 8 giugno 2011
martedì 7 giugno 2011
Animals.....
Allora, as I am sitting here thinking of beautiful thoughts that makes my body tingles, my thoughts suddenly changed to beutiful memories of animals.....
Ahhh the most innocent thoughts, the most joyful heavenly creations this planet inhibits....
I was thinking off all the animals I have had and cared for, most of all of them had identity crisises because they acted like children, I have never baught a pet in my life, somehow they just chose me and followed me around.
I can remember my little dog called Gizmo, he was a pikineze, I called him Gizmo after the cute gremlin on the film 'Gremlins'. I can remember the first sight of him, he was so tiny but too beautiful, when he saw me he jumped up and down, he was so happy to see me almost like he saw his long lost mother for the first time. He scared me a bit, he didnt want to leave me alone, the morning after my friends told me to take him home because he was depressed after I wanted to leave, he was sitting staring at me while I was sleeping, not licking my face to get up, no he was just sitting and staring deep into my face, when I woke up I had a shock because it was not normal animal behaviour. Ahhhh he loved going shopping for his toys, he loved having a bath, he insisted having his hair blown dry, he loved the wind and when he was on my lap or bed nobody could come close or enter, if that was the case he became an evil dangerous gremlyn, he was really over protective. Shame , as he grew older he would sit on my lap while I was getting ready for an event by my dressing table, he would look at me in the mirror then turn his head looking at me again, then he would look at himself, stare back at me with sad eyes almost as if asking me when he was going to look human like me. Ahhhh shame, it broke my heart but I was no fairy godmother or Gepetto.
My pigeon Noah, he was strange. I was peaceful doing work in my study and this pigeon just flew into my house. I was confused, so I tried to chase him back outside again with my broom, ehehehehe it must have looked rediculous, I spent two hours chasing this bird from room to room with my broom. eventually I said out load to the pigeon 'fine stay, but dont poohp anywhere', the pigeon then flew right over me and poophed on my head, uffff I was really upset. finally he left. The next morning he came back, I chased him around again with my broom and eventually decided just to leave him. As I was minding my own business and walking from and to other sections of the house he followed me, when I sat in the livingroom he would just stay there where I was. Very strange pigeon. Allora, so the bird flew out every night and returned every morning to see what I was doing. Eventually I got used to this bird, named him Noah and baught him food. uhahahahaha I remember the one day he came in with another pigeon, I think it was his girlfriend and it really looked like he wanted approval. All I said out loud to Noah was 'dont let her poohp on me or anywhere'. The next day Noah returned single.
Just before I flew to Italy I told Noah 'Noah, you must find another home, I will leave your food outside but you cannot enter the house', he 'krrrrred' back at me.
While I was in hotel Rio in Milan, I woke up one morning, my window was open and here came flying in Noah, he came to visit me in Italy, he was fatter, he probably hung around the tourists at the Duomo.
He finally found a family. He flew in sitting on the desk for a while then he flew around me and left. I never saw him again but I know that he is probably in Milan somewhere with his fellow pigeons and he probably fell in love with some Italian pigeon, probably got married on the Duomo steps and built himself a nest close to the Duomo in a tree. Strange bird.
My other animals well, larger animals I had a very close relationship with, looking after animals are not easy, its like looking after a child, a child that never grows up. I prefer keeping those memories to myself right now because I am still grieving. I dont want to start crying right now.
When you spend a large amount of time with animals you start to comunicate with them through feeling. Animals are very intelligent, the can see right through your soul, they can feel what type of person you are and they can feel your wants as well as needs. Sometimes when I felt sad or lonely my pet at the time would just surround me with kisses and fluffy hugs, joy as well as playfulness, if that didnt want to work the animal would adopt my mood and that drove me crazy, I prefer my animals happy, so if they feel sad I make a plan to make them happy even if it meant changing my own mood.
Animals are truly beautiful creations. To have a bond with an animal is a feeling that is fulfilling and priceless. No amount of money can buy the joy and happiness an animal brings to your life.
Ok thats me for now.....
Have a beautiful day
Amore Sempre
Ahhh the most innocent thoughts, the most joyful heavenly creations this planet inhibits....
I was thinking off all the animals I have had and cared for, most of all of them had identity crisises because they acted like children, I have never baught a pet in my life, somehow they just chose me and followed me around.
I can remember my little dog called Gizmo, he was a pikineze, I called him Gizmo after the cute gremlin on the film 'Gremlins'. I can remember the first sight of him, he was so tiny but too beautiful, when he saw me he jumped up and down, he was so happy to see me almost like he saw his long lost mother for the first time. He scared me a bit, he didnt want to leave me alone, the morning after my friends told me to take him home because he was depressed after I wanted to leave, he was sitting staring at me while I was sleeping, not licking my face to get up, no he was just sitting and staring deep into my face, when I woke up I had a shock because it was not normal animal behaviour. Ahhhh he loved going shopping for his toys, he loved having a bath, he insisted having his hair blown dry, he loved the wind and when he was on my lap or bed nobody could come close or enter, if that was the case he became an evil dangerous gremlyn, he was really over protective. Shame , as he grew older he would sit on my lap while I was getting ready for an event by my dressing table, he would look at me in the mirror then turn his head looking at me again, then he would look at himself, stare back at me with sad eyes almost as if asking me when he was going to look human like me. Ahhhh shame, it broke my heart but I was no fairy godmother or Gepetto.
My pigeon Noah, he was strange. I was peaceful doing work in my study and this pigeon just flew into my house. I was confused, so I tried to chase him back outside again with my broom, ehehehehe it must have looked rediculous, I spent two hours chasing this bird from room to room with my broom. eventually I said out load to the pigeon 'fine stay, but dont poohp anywhere', the pigeon then flew right over me and poophed on my head, uffff I was really upset. finally he left. The next morning he came back, I chased him around again with my broom and eventually decided just to leave him. As I was minding my own business and walking from and to other sections of the house he followed me, when I sat in the livingroom he would just stay there where I was. Very strange pigeon. Allora, so the bird flew out every night and returned every morning to see what I was doing. Eventually I got used to this bird, named him Noah and baught him food. uhahahahaha I remember the one day he came in with another pigeon, I think it was his girlfriend and it really looked like he wanted approval. All I said out loud to Noah was 'dont let her poohp on me or anywhere'. The next day Noah returned single.
Just before I flew to Italy I told Noah 'Noah, you must find another home, I will leave your food outside but you cannot enter the house', he 'krrrrred' back at me.
While I was in hotel Rio in Milan, I woke up one morning, my window was open and here came flying in Noah, he came to visit me in Italy, he was fatter, he probably hung around the tourists at the Duomo.
He finally found a family. He flew in sitting on the desk for a while then he flew around me and left. I never saw him again but I know that he is probably in Milan somewhere with his fellow pigeons and he probably fell in love with some Italian pigeon, probably got married on the Duomo steps and built himself a nest close to the Duomo in a tree. Strange bird.
My other animals well, larger animals I had a very close relationship with, looking after animals are not easy, its like looking after a child, a child that never grows up. I prefer keeping those memories to myself right now because I am still grieving. I dont want to start crying right now.
When you spend a large amount of time with animals you start to comunicate with them through feeling. Animals are very intelligent, the can see right through your soul, they can feel what type of person you are and they can feel your wants as well as needs. Sometimes when I felt sad or lonely my pet at the time would just surround me with kisses and fluffy hugs, joy as well as playfulness, if that didnt want to work the animal would adopt my mood and that drove me crazy, I prefer my animals happy, so if they feel sad I make a plan to make them happy even if it meant changing my own mood.
Animals are truly beautiful creations. To have a bond with an animal is a feeling that is fulfilling and priceless. No amount of money can buy the joy and happiness an animal brings to your life.
Ok thats me for now.....
Have a beautiful day
Amore Sempre
lunedì 6 giugno 2011
sabato 4 giugno 2011
venerdì 3 giugno 2011
giovedì 2 giugno 2011
feelings of peacefulness,,,,
I feel very peaceful this evening, my surroundings might not be perfect but all my relationships are very harmanious, peaceful and friendly.
Throughout the first week in France I was frightened, ending took place to those very close to my heart and forced retreat but as I sat and pondered close to the ocean breeze, understanding emerged in my heart, clarity of my own feelings evolved and I could look deeper into my situations. Ahhh I love and miss everybody in Milan and Ronchi78, I even realised a greater understanding and love for Monkey man, no matter what they ever confess, what wrong or good they do towards myself or others, no high or low positions they may be in, I can never love them any less. They are my family, perhaps not in blood but much deeper. They are all beautiful people and always will be.
I love Milan and miss Milan, I love and miss the statues, the buildings and the calmnes and love the City embraces me with, the love and need for my activist deeds in Milan are devinely inspired and I pray that all homeless there has a place to sleep tonight.
Marseille is beautiful yet not safe enough for me walking around giving people gratitude stones, warm blankets or any encouragement. Yet I could take time to reflect upon myself close to the healing effects of the ocean to look deeper into my own heart and for my own personal growth.
As I was reflecting upon what has been and happened I worked and healed through the confusion and different emotions, peacefulnes arose in me once again.
We can plan our lives and futures yet how do we forsee, plan or control miracles, I tried once upon a time to be in control, to plan every step and I was only stressed, I believed that I needed things and powerful positions to give me freedom, truth peacefulness and true love.
I remeber trying harder every day, sleepless nights with the vision of being the most loved, powerful and succesful person, sometimes I was not kind to people, I did not pay attention to people, I judged people by appearance, wealth and status yet I was not happy inside.
I remeber sitting the one day at the ocean, on the rocks looking at the large waves breaking and I started to pay close attention to the seagulls. Some seagulls were already satisfied with the black mussles they had consumed and new seagulls were extremely hungry. They picked the mussles from the rocks, flew it upwards and allowed it to fall, to break against the rocks and then eat, every single seagull had a different way, some that were full just played around. That day I asked myself how much do I truly need because just looking and paying attention to the seagulls gave me more tranquility than anything I had. I aked myself why I was trying to be perfect when I am only human and have mistakes, I asked myself why I was trying to please people and seem important to people I didntt even know, that has their own lives and that does not really care about me.
That is the day when I started my journey of finding myself, what I truly want, what I truly need and what truly makes me happy. We can have all yet things do not provide love, comfort, truth, peace, acceptance or understanding.
What we want and need is already given to us, that is air, nature, friends and family.
Sometimes one need to pause for a moment and realise what is truly important, that is is health, family and our true friends.
I cannot be dishonesst and tell someone I care about what they want to hear, I can only speak my truth, because with truth comes clarity, understanding and healing.
What you want or what you think you want and desrerve or believe is what you are living at this moment. Want the best for yourself as well as your loved ones, Want happiness, truth, clarity and peacefulnes and you will recieve it.
Life is actually very simple when you choose it to be. More will never be enough...
I wish you all a beautiful sleep with magical dreams....
My love always
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