Do you like the color of your eyes enough?

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Well, I was watching these cutie girls having fun and changing their eye color; I have been always tempted to put some in the bright colors I would have loved to have naturally mine.

But then I have something that keeps me from doing it. Eye color to me is like my Personality. Sure, I like to play with make up, but still very natural, and the less is more concept really suits me.

What do you think? Would you put another eye color for everyday life or just one shot?

This video reassured me alittle. The fact is that I am a single lady and of course, I wonder if I could do something to attract that special one but if this happened because of a fake plastic eye color it would really disappoint me.

I am not the kind of wow girl, despite aries like to get the attention even though they are shy like me. Yes, I like to strike sometimes. But, in normal life, nope, I stick into my very own and personal kind of brown and that’s all for now.

The girl I was watching on the video is black, she is wearing fake hair, fake nails and fake colored eye contact lenses. Quite enough for me to say “You are not loving your Self enough”.

Are you?

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The Phoenix Rises!

Today, on my Facebook, a quote comes out from past year. It is a poem on “rising phoenix”, as following:

The phoenix from the flame
You will learn
You will rise
You’ll return
Being what you are
There is no other Troy
For you to burn

My cousin was working on a poems book which actually manifested a few months later. On 13th december 2017 I went to visit him. He was promoting his first poems book on an evening in a Church. This is his kind of thing. He was speaking out his love for this girl (his bright star) who never returned, except as a good friend.

The book was standing on a table, since years, and it took 7 years of psychoterapy to understand from where his panic attacks come from. Yes, of course, I have encouraged him to write more and finish a project, like a way to move forward ( no matter poems quality or gender ). And he actually did.

 

Now it’s my turn, cousin. And I just did.

So, when’s yours?

 

The Warrior archetype.

The hero’s journey is first about taking a journey to find the treasure of your true Self.

Some people, we say, have soul. They have loved, they have suffered, they have a deep sense of life’s meaning. Perhaps most important, they know who they are.

Other people seem to have lost their souls. They may have material possessions – the right house, the right car, the right job, the right clothes; they may even have a stable family life and be religious. But inside themselves, they feel empty. Even when they go through the right motions, it is movement without meaning.

The heroic quest is about saying yes to yourself and, in so doing, becoming more fully alive and more effective in the world. For the hero’s journey is first about taking a journey to find the true self , and then about returning home to give your gift to help transform the kingdom – and, in the process, your own life.

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When most of us think of the hero, we imagine a Warrior. The Warrior escapes from a confining environement and begins the journey in search of a treasure. On the journey, he or she is called upon to face and slay many dragons. Such heroes have courage and subscribe to high ideals, and they are willing to risk their very lives to defend their kingdoms and their honor or to protect the weak from harm.

Goal: Win, get own way, make a difference through struggle

Fear: Weakness, powerlessness, impotence, ineptitude

Response to Dragon/Problem: Slay, defeat, or convert it

Task: High-level assertiveness; fighting to what realy matters

Gift: Courage, discipline, skill

The Warrior within each of us calls us to have courage, strenght, and integrity; the capacity to make goals and to stick to them; and the ability to fight, when necessary, for ourselves or others. The Warrior exacts a high level of committement to our own integrity. Warriors live by, and when necessary fight for, their own principles and values even when doing so is economically or socially costly. In competition, it means doing your utmost best, and striving not only to win, but to play fair.

Warrioring is about claiming our power in the world, establishing our place in the world, and making the world a better place.

The well-developed internal Warrior is necessary, above all, to protect our boundaries. Without courageous, disciplined, and well-trained Warriors, the kingdom is always in danger of being ovverrun by the barbarians. Without a strong internal Warrior, we have no defense against the demands and intrusions of others. We live in a Warrior culture.

Today, when it is so clear that war cannot continue to be the way nations settle their differences, many people have negative feelings about the Warrior archetype.

Yet it is not the Warrior archetype that it is the problem, it is that we need to move to a higher level of the archetype. Without the ability to defend the boundaries, no civilization, country, organization, or individual is safe.

It takes high-level Warriors – whose weapons are skill, wit, and the ability to defend themselves legally and verbally or to organize support for their cause – to keep predatory, primitive Warriors in place.

We should never use the power of the sword, the pen or the word to harm another unnecessarily. We should always use the least force necessary, and the least punishing approach that can also appropriately protect the boundaries.

Finally, it is the Warrior within each of us that is humiliated if we let a wrong or slight go by and not do anything about it.

With courtesy of “Awakening the heroes within” by Carol S. Pearson 

 

Balance, and black power.

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Do you believe in signs? Do you catch any thoughtful insights from quite irrelevant happenings in your  daily life? Psychologist Jung called it “sinchronicity”. When it happens, I feel like that there is someone behind the scene. Recently, my attention has been, and still is, captured by this amazing movie, The Greatest Showman. I am not hiding, I am a new big fan of Hugh Jackman, despite I didn’t take time to watch on his Logan, just because I find it a little violent for my own criteria.  I am also in love with his couple, Jack and Deborah Lee, I just can’t help. She rocks, and their story is very inspiring. This is, also, me.

Signs. A few days ago, I was sharing a cup of café crème after work, with this Italian friend who is been working in a circus, in Rome. She is very tiny, little woman, who had 4 children. Very strong. She introduced me this other Italian, just arrived, Shirly (mispelling is due to her Italian mother, whose other daughter is named Marilyn).

To be honest, I can’t tell you how much Hollywood magic still influences Italian imagination. We were born to be on stage. Even if you cook some homemade pizza, we are acting like movie stars on the screen. I knoe… it’s a natural skill. Or mythomania.

Let’s focus on this girl, she actually is an acrobat. Brown, long hair and big brown eyes. Tiny, too. Perhaps, if you are small size, it’s easier to fly. When I arrived at work, this morning, there was a group in the hall, they were all acrobats. And I felt a good vibe.

Perhaps people who jump in the air, keep on moving, and trust each other can see other people without judging, I thought. Their look was amused, but not judgemental. They were the Stars. Why acrobats are catching my attention all at once?

And then, I go to this rendez -vous with my counsellor who clears up my mind and opens my third eye chakra. By now, my actual situation -at work and life, generally speaking- is walking on a tightrope.

After burn out, priorities became regaining my emotional balance, and still working on it. At first, results came thank’s to yoga, and physical exercise, push ups, sleep & healthy diet discipline (meat is banned). It doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a glass of wine, or that I am gluten free addicted. I am just mindful of what I eat and drink (what’s this coke zero?).

A whole new person is writing these lines,  and I like it. But my life is still stuck. Transforming, reorganising and restructuring. If you are familiar with these terms, you knoe what I mean. Capitalist system is owned by companies who keep us as modern slaves. And it is not by chance, that the person who is my trustworthy counsellour is a black african. The way he spoke to me, today, reminded me of that great, collective father figure of Martin Luther King Jr. His straight, and reassuring look, his confident and open attitude. He holded me tight from a leap in the void.

By only his own words. This is the power of conversation, right?

I’ve recently been in an emotional distress, upsetting family news, and sudden surgery, I needed a break, and I took it right at Christmas Time. The best present for holidays that I did to my family in ten years, abroad. The best holy season since my grandparents passed away. At work, it was not easy. But I’ve followed my heart, and… no regrets.

But now, to keep balance, heart and mind have to be in coeherence with each other.

I can’t leave, I can’t abandon. I am simply not ready.

Acrobats, when launch themselves, they have been training a tons of times, again and again, they take the risk because they feel confident and safe. Or they know that the person who waits for them, to hold their hands is solid, stable and strong.

I admit, I have been talking about my health issues to a very few persons, rarely I did it with friends (why annoying them?). Choose carefully the persons that you can trust, or who will trust you. It’s not guaranteed that a friend can listen the good listening (therapeutic). They can rarely be neutral. Gosh, my best friend almost sent me to hospital when visiting me, during an anxiety attack (she was so scared).

Now, that my pair in this fight to regain my long-term job, is “black power“, well, I feel more comfortable and euphoric.

There is a time fot letting go, and a time for holding on.

“Painted and smiling, I balance on my trapeze. Luka is poised ten metres away, his muscles shining under the lights. The wooden circles in his earlobes twitch as his jaw clenches, unclenches, clenches.” Kirsty Logan

 

 

Fight the good fight, as a bad asshole.

To be honest with you, I let my brother kick my ass all my childhood. Also, my father kind of humiliated me, because as a girl, I wasn’t supposed to talk and express my Self, until 18. Sure, I forgave him, he wasn’t just prepared as a listener, neither as a father of a sensitive and emotional “tomboy”. Also, I’ve let kick my ass from a few assholes as bosses, and a perfect idiot, as boyfriend.

Until the day I went for Tae Kwon Do and thai boxe as amateur. At that time, I was working in the night shift, and before clocking my badge, I went to the gym with my colleagues and worked out. The coach, a cambodgian chinese, called me “battered woman” and still puts me on my nerves. But he was right.

Today, I knoe the power of my legs, and even my mind – of course – became stronger. I also learnt how to be a good swimmer. Despite my brother efforts to test my resistance, pushing my head down the water, yes, kind of sadic. If I can use my own words, sometimes life gives you kicks in your ass or in your teeth, and it’s up to you to fight back.

How will you behaviour?

I knoe that in order not to be a Victim, you have to respond with all your energy, like in a rape assault. You are not a victim if you react properly until you feel safe.

“A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.” Emo Philips

What your Ithaca means?

As you set out for Ithaca
hope that your journey is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.

Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon – do not be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare sensation
touches your spirit and your body.

Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon – you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope that your journey is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind –
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and learn again from those who know.

Keep Ithaca always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so that you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.

Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithacas mean.