I'd love to join my yoga club again this month. I'd like to cut out all unneccesary empty calories when i come home at the end of the day.

I wish I had my own bike, so I don't have to always ask mom for hers. I also wish for a nice weather this Autumn.

I wish my online bussines to florish. I wish my sales would go up with every week. I wish I had enough money to give to my family and to take care of myself completely.

I'd like to have those glasses for working on a computer.

II'd like to finish a great project for my cousin's hair salon. I wish it turns out great. I wish more people would hire me.

The first of the May. Nothing beats camping with my friends, enjoying our beautiful lake Borovik, playing guitar and bonding round the campfire.

Lunch. Beside my mom's delicious cooking skills, that is the time I take very slow, and "reset" myself for the afternoon.

I prefer the ground, but I had the choice, I'd say Treehouse. That is, if we're talking about the best circumstances possible - nice weather and the tree being really up to it.
It would be something like from the Walt Disney's Robinson Family, except for the hunting thing.
However, the weather these days makes you think it would be the best if we DID live in a cave. Then I'd choose the Batman's cave. Only because of the computers and the Batmobile.

My father's 40 days long coma in April this year. He had a stroke, stayed with us for a day, and then fell into coma. He even tried to tell us something as he was losing consciousness.
We went to his hospital in another city twice each day. We talked to him, sang to him, he was a real star on the Intensive Care. I did my best to send him my love and strength, to make sure he knows I'm there. The challenge was to keep others cool when their spirit goes down.
He really improved, started breathing on his own, and looked better. I opened myself to angels and guides, to tell me what it is I should do. The whole time I belived with my whole heart that he'd recover, I stayed strong and never lost it.
He died on April 22nd. It was unimaginable to us all. He was always the stronegst one, tough as a bull.
I made my peace with it immediately. It was something about this coma that prepared us all. When my spirit goes down, I think of all the nicest things I shared with dad.
It's really funny how our brain works. I know, with my mind, that it all DID happen, but I don't think of it at all. There are only times when I wake up, and think how grateful I am for everything in my life, and I forget that dad's gone. And then I remember it, and still don't belive it, so I have to remind myself of all the bad things that hapen, but it just hurts my throat so I stop.
What I learned was not to think about the negative things. I couldn't go to his bed while feeling low. I learned how not to allow other people's negativity influence my mood.
I know I will cherish all the magic that went underneath it all, and that only few of us could see.

As strong as I let him. And I try not to be generous with it.

Buddhism.
Just love thoat orange loose clothes! And no bad hairday!
I kid, I kid!
It's because of meditation, solitude, and teachings that I'd like to explore anyway.

Also, I wouldn't mind being a Shaolin monk that can kick some darkworker's butt...;)

On my father's funeral this April.
I picked a nice bunch of Lilly of the Valley from my backyard. He would usually pick them for me on that day bacuse it was my name-day and my name in Croatian means Lilly of the Valley. I held them tightly the whole time, and planned to throw them after him in the grave. My mom took them in the funeral house and put them on his pillow by his head. I felt peace.
Later mom fell unconscious by his side. We were all scared. I kept calm.
Then I had to go uptown to buy a handkerchief to cover up his throat that had a hole in it. I felt needed.
Then I sit on the floor behing my mom making sure she wouldn't fall again. I didn't want to touch my dad like everybody did. I felt nothing.
My sister sat on the opposite side and touched him. She was shaking badly. I was scared.
My brothe didn't want to come in. He only ran inside when mom fell.
My other sister was next to mom. I was looking at them ane wanted to help them. But not in front of all that people.
Then they wanted to close his cascet and I got up and kissed him on his cheek. It struck me how cold it was. First he didn't even look like my father, and now he's unhumanely cold. I couldn't let go of the kiss. I thought he may wake up if I warm him up enough. I let a tear out. Then I left. I felt sadnes.
Later the ceremony began and my mother's church chorus sang a song for him. Then a tambura-band played a "Thank You" song. My eldest sister started singing with tears and everybody started to cry. I felt anger.
Then a colleague of dad's started a speech. I wanted him to shut up.
Then the priest started the prayer. Some clouds gathered above us and it started raining. We opened umbrella nad i took off my sunglesses and hid my tears. By the time the rain stopped, I supressed them. I felt like choking.
Walking to his grave I held my two sisters and sister-in-law and watched my brother and brother-in-law holding my mom. I felt anger.
When we stood at his grave, the band started playing the song "My father left slowly". We all cried. My sisters hugged me telling me I will always be their baby sister. I felt love.
Then they started putting his casket down.
I threw a rose after him. Everybody followed.
We stayed about half an hour there. People stopped to hug me but I only lit candles. I cut my finger badly on one of the metal cover lids. My blood fell on the ground. I wanted it to never stop. Like some freak, I enjoyed watching it.
Now I know I enjoyed sharing the symbol of my mortality with my dad.
I looked around me and saw a white dove. I smiled.
Since a kid, I always saw white doves at the end of a funeral. I imagined it was the deceased soul checking out on us.
Now I knew they're angels.
I felt calm. And grateful. In my heart I thanked for the beautiful ceremony and went to make sure my family was alright.

Something I did to myself. I had to make peace with my past actions and realize I am here to learn. Now I can't be more grateful for both the harm done AND for the forgiveness.

If someone's life was at stake, and my lie could save them, I'd lie like hundred Pinnochios to save them.
When it comes to white lies, I don't have to think twice if I know it is for a good cause. Lying to a friend that no one sees her pants lost a button is like explainig to her that she is above that superficial things and should enjoy herself no matter what are the outfit's malfunctions, right?

Myself and my man.

My nose ;O)
It's running badly.

I don't think money will still be in usage when I die.
We'll have Zaads tokens!

I'll tell you when I'm up in the Ether. Guess I'll wait for my darling, and then our higer selves will arrange for us to have another magnificent life together.

Yes.
I know I chose my happiness. Not the other way round.
I watered it with gratitude, humility, love and positivity and - it keeps flourishing.
No matter what happens, it will stay with me.

My heart.