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a season of dreams #2

… A dream encounter with one loveliest Deodar standing among hundreds of other lovely Deodars.

Beautiful write up and maybe the best way by words to imagine and feel how Nature speaks to us.

The LAsT POSt BOX

Last night I slept with a wish in my heart and my tired eyes.

A wish that breathed itself to reality within my dreams.

I was a tree of Deodar.

I had grown for centuries at the edge of a hill. Until you one day started to go to school that nestled on a hill in front of me. And from the path that lead upto your school, you had a glimpse of this edge where I stood. You had a horizon whenever you chose to look up and that horizon was dotted by my presence. Some days the Sun lit the fresh dew melting on my neck, some days I carried the weight of your snow burdened nights on my arms.

Sitting forlorn on an old bench in your school playground on some mornings, I was soaked in your glances as you looked up from a book that you…

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WE END UP UNDERNEATH SOME SHEET

We all have been granted a limited time… eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.

Long ago, a friend shared a post on Facebook in remembrance of his friend who battled cancer and was laid to rest on January 23, 2010. It was so hauntingly beautiful that it left me aching for a while. I somehow wanted to share her tale of courage. Many of the beautiful stories go viral but there are certain battles which are only recorded in the books of the ONE who dwells in heaven.

She wrote : “update on my health: I’m pretty sure I’m on the last stages where all I wanna do is sleep. But you guys make this so peaceful and a beautiful exit for me. I’m completely ready whenever it’s meant to happen, Gabby thank you for that poem, it made me cry likr a little girl, I’m using that at my funeral I hope you don’t mind, you’re such a beautiful writer and a beautiful person I love you too”
– Karina Araujo

It was hauntingly beautiful for the way how she could see it coming and still make peace with it. Embracing the days left, still smiling and running into the arms of death. What is it that they see, that we don’t ? Would we ever see how big their brave is?

Now, I quote the words my friend wrote :

“Happy Birthday, Karina!
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A sweet friend passed away about 5 years ago. She fought the good fight against a strong enemy, cancer.
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I monitored her last few months of LIVING and how she traveled aimlessly (but with aim), visiting places that she would otherwise likely not have gone, made new friends, tried new things and most important of all, just lived a completely incredible 70+ years of life all within the last year of her corporeal life.
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I do not doubt that it was a scary, soul trembling endeavor. There is something to be said about facing an inevitable exit at the crossroad where despair, anxiety and fear of death meet calmness, acceptance and reverence of the design, that makes it a little easier to swallow but then again…..
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Karina took an absolutely beautiful journey. I look at life and wonder how many of my friends are truly seizing the day and living their life. While not necessarily a believer in “your” god, I’m a firm believer in destiny. I think life is more of a “by design than an ill-planned, haphazard or accidental” occurrence wrapped in chance.
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If by design, its easier to accept the journey. Ummm maybe in some way, that’s my religious protective blanket!
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Will you wait until such an enemy has you in its target before you start living or do you wake up everyday and say,
“if this here is my last day, gooooddddamn it, immma immma fuck it! I’m going to rock out, even if my _____ is(can) not(be) out.”

… In the end, we all end up underneath some sheet. We become a worm feast. We go back as dust in the wind. Nothing of us remains. All that we can do is to live this one and only endless, tragic yet beautiful life, in such a way that when we exit the physical altar of life and travel to a place to whose bourn from where we cannot return, we would have left behind a fragment of our soul on Earth, in every life we would have touched. 

Facebook is a beautiful community that connects so many people, and their lives are intertwined and some lessons remain etched in our memories.

I hope stories of everyday heroes stay with us all and keep us strong.

You are your own kind of beautiful

Beauty is a subjective thing.

Little girls look up to their mothers and think they are beautiful. But when that woman doesn’t think she’s beautiful,it sends a negative message to little girls who adore their mothers. So today, believe that you are beautiful because your daughter or future daughter depends on you to teach them about beauty.

My mother always looked beautiful.On the other hand, I always looked like a mess. Messy to me, wasn’t beautiful. Years ago, when I believed I wasn’t beautiful, that belief gave one guy the power to tell me that I’m really not. Some guy who had the audacity to say to me, ‘You’re not good looking.’ And so were his reasons to reject me. 

Now, only if he hadn’t tried to reject and break me with his words, I wouldn’t have come to know that I was unbreakable. Day by day,I believed that I’m a beautiful person and lived as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear whatever colors I like, I wear makeup the way I want to and it makes me look pretty. I can keep my face bare and look hideous, if I want to. More makeup, less makeup or no makeup, I still am the same person inside. It is irrelevant how the world perceives me, what matters is how I see myself.

And I don’t want to grow up to be the kind of lady who makes her kids think they can’t be beautiful. In the first place, such a thought shouldn’t even occur to them. We must raise our kids in a way that they grow up to become their own kind of beautiful… all kinds of beautiful.

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