FEERIEE 13

I loved this short story written by  +Paulo Coelho   and wanted to share it with you. ‘Why is it that some people can resolve the most complicated problems really easily, whilst others agonize over every tiny crisis and end up drowning in a glass of water?’ I asked. Ramesh replied by telling the following story: ‘Once upon a time, there was a man who had been the soul of kindness all his life. When he died, everyone assumed that he would go straight to Heaven, for the only possible place for a good man like him was Paradise. The man wasn’t particularly bothered about going to Heaven, but that was where he went. Now in those days, service in heaven was not all that it might be. The reception desk was extremely inefficient, and the girl who received him gave only a cursory glance through the index cards before her and when she couldn’t find the man’s name, she sent him straight to Hell. And in Hell no one asks to check your badge or your i...

I started working on this set when I was camping in N. Carolina.  Mikey  went fishing for six hours and I  needed something to do. For four hours he said. Probably, I often lose track of time. Especially when I'm in my creating zone. Time disappears. My materials: an empty soup can, left from my previous dinner, that I have thrown in the fire the night before.  You don't want to leave any food out or anything that smells like food next to your tent when you go camping in the woods. Unless you want to share your campsite with a bear. And that wouldn't be fun, believe me. Despite all our precautions (burning the cans and the paper plates, washing and storing everything away in a big metal tool box, etc etc), a bear has "visited" us the second night we camped there. Mikey has returned from his four hour  fishing adventure proudly holding the two gorgeous trout he caught, and grilled them later that evening ~ I must say I was excite...

“Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world.     And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and space, keeping a part of that light that we've came with and spreading it in this dark world that we've chosen to live in, in order to shine some light and love around.   Maybe we've chosen to believe one truth today, and find it to be false tomorrow. Maybe we're trying to not get attached to the idea that we now know it all.     At night, we see the truth of where we've fallen from, gazing in that night sky full of distant stars, constellations, planets, the reflection of the Sun on the Moon, all with their own stories to tell.   Sometimes we wonder why would we leave such a mysterious place, with an infinite amount of stories and wonders.  Maybe it's because as stars we could've only seen each other's light from ...