It’s Light celebration today



She packed in the boxes all Hope
while tears washed the battle of soul;
a new dawn is struggling to cope
what fear left for mornings. A whole
of sadness behind of her stole.

She packed all her hurt remembrance
with valleys which tore up the light,
with shadows denying essence
of truth wandering in the night,
while honor subsided from the right.

It’s only her mind, but still more
the borders enclosed the trust
in eyes of despair and the sore.
Today all the packs take the just
to shelter the heart from the dust.

It’s only her thinking about
When nights put sad hours to stray
since nothing was happy and out
the sky got apart from her way.
…It’s Light celebration today.

She packed all the wishes, yet doves
are bringing the peace through the skies,
while rain drives the Love from above
and sprays all the world from her eyes.
…A war from inside fades and dies.

Source photos: Google Images


Shelter the soul



With numbers ideas we play
while drawing the circles and squares
while dots fall behind from their chairs
and hours rename our grey.

With letters we dance till the dreams
expand from their capsule of space
reworking the fear into grace
and versing what love really means.

While reading the stories of life
the books trip us fabulous ways,
yet shelter the soul and rephrase
the colors of happiness eyes.


Being cheerful in hard times – I


We, Romanians have a saying: be cheerful in hard times ( “a face haz de necaz”). In a way it’s part of our structure. In more ways even it’s part of my structure too. I would rather give a long laugh to any trouble. But sometimes I would scream a long crying out too. This last sentence highlighted quite more in the last 3 years… When a different adventure has started…

I have fallen in love. It happens in a normal way to all humans… It’s a great feeling and is worth it. The story of my love is quite interesting and many friends who know already about it encouraged me to write a book which could inspire others.

One day definitely I will start writing my own novel.  Not sure only if to inspire, even I want to bring as much hope as possible, but to make aware regarding some issues of our reality.  Till then I just walk through the whole path of immigration procedures, witnessing a Brexit which impacts vital aspects of our lives. Till then I just write my lines here, trying to point out peaks and valleys, while bullying and racism are still alive and are embracing each other in a stand against foreigners.

The great part is still by my side: my husband finally joined me in UK, about 7 month ago, after a long wait for family reunion ( 1 year and 7 months).  The sad part is written by procedures of a Home Office, which plays with people feelings and lives. The nightmare seems still carry on.

The other good part is that I love a lot my job. I am a Radiographer and I enjoy my work. The other sad part is the uncertainty of the new regulations regarding foreigners once Brexit will happen.

One great part takes place in our house too. My husband usually cooks for us delicious dinners. Enjoying them with a glass of wine sometimes, but all the time with a cheerful smile on our faces. Cause at the end of the day, we are still alive, we are together, we are happy.

Keep going for your dreams. While there is life, there is hope!



This day’s thought – Harmonize

Sound… This word conveys to a specified impression when heard. A beautiful world could display ahead.  It’s already known by centuries that the Sound heals and harmonizes the body, mind and spirit.   The  Word is considered the most powerful force given to the humanity.  It could be used to build up the encouragement and bring the peace of mind. Or it could bring down the tears of despairs.  The Word itself has the power and the energy to heal, to help, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate.

Words carry inestimable importance. The Universe has been created by word.

We could create our universe in daily basis through our mindfulness, through our words. Paying attention to our speech while bringing the peace and love around us. It’s on our power to deal with this. Our words could paint with rays of love the days or could poison the nights. The mind’s nights. Someone told me these days that has been told by his childhood  on a daily basis through media, to hate the foreigners from his country. Later in the years his mind refused to take anymore this word of hating, understanding that we all are humans, we all are the same race. Converted the toxin of hating to a shining peacefulness.  Daily he brings now  in his speech the ray of love.  The Word changes definitely his setting of mind.  Today he is a Peace Ambassador for the people around him.  This kind of people could be met everywhere around us.

Bring your own peace and mindfulness through your words!  Build the beautiful World by your speech.  Harmonize your body, spirit and mind within the power of the Sound!



Shelter my heart


Shelter my heart with your smile,

Let rays of the hope meet the dove.

No years which matters are force

But light radiating through love.


Shelter my heart with your peace

While  climbing mountains to the top

The path might spread out and release

The calmness embracing the hope. 


True Love



"Moses Mendelssohn, the grandfather of the well-known German 

composer, was far from being handsome. Along with a rather short 

stature, he had a grotesque hunchback. 

One day he visited a merchant in Hamburg who had a lovely daughter 

named Frumtje. Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. But Frumtje was 

repulsed by his misshapen appearance. 

When it came time for him to leave, Moses gathered his courage and 

climbed the stairs to her room to take one last opportunity to speak with 

her. She was a vision of heavenly beauty, but caused him deep sadness 

by her refusal to look at him. After several attempts at conversation, 

Moses shyly asked, "Do you believe marriages are made in heaven?" 

"Yes," she answered, still looking at the floor. "And do you?" 

"Yes I do," he replied. "You see, in heaven at the birth of each boy, the 

Lord announces which girl he will marry. When I was born, my future 

bride was pointed out to me. Then the Lord added, 'But your wife will 

be humpbacked.' 

"Right then and there I called out, 'Oh Lord, a humpbacked woman 

would be a tragedy. Please, Lord, give me the hump and let her be 


Then Frumtje looked up into his eyes and was stirred by some deep 

memory. She reached out and gave Mendelssohn her hand and later 

became his devoted wife." 

Barry and Joyce Vissell ( "Chicken Soup for the Soul") 


      Live your beautiful life! While there is life, there is hope! 

Surprise me September

There run  through the time

The river of dreams,

While looking  to mine 

All hours to mean.


There flew  through the space 

Nice smiles  from the hope, 

While looking for grace

Of the life to involve.


There comes in the mind

Bouquet of the choices

Which ask for a kind

Of  following  voices. 


Today may I count 

On what should  remember

While jumping the bound.

Surprise me September! 















Weekly Photo Challenge: Edge

On Love

The day will come when, after harnessing space, the winds, the tides 
and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And on 
that day, for the second time in the history of the world, we shall have 
discovered fire. 
Tielhard de Chardin 


Love: The One Creative Force 
Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give 
love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor. . 
. . Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be 
the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness 
in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting. 
Mother Teresa 

A college professor had his sociology class go into the Baltimore slums 
to get case histories of 200 young boys. They were asked to write an 
evaluation of each boy's future. In every case the students wrote, "He 
hasn't got a chance." Twenty- five years later another sociology 
professor came across the earlier study. He had his students follow up 
on the project to see what had happened to these boys. With the 
exception of 20 boys who had moved away or died, the students learned 
that 176 of the remaining 180 had achieved more than ordinary success 
as lawyers, doctors and businessmen. 
The professor was astounded and decided to pursue the matter further. 
Fortunately, all the men were in the area and he was able to ask each 
one, "How do you account for your success?" In each case the reply 
came with feeling, 'There was a teacher." 
The teacher was still alive, so he sought her out and asked the old but 
still alert lady what magic formula she had used to pull these boys out of 
the slums into successful achievement. 
The teacher's eyes sparkled and her lips broke into a gentle smile. "It's 
really very simple," she said. "I loved those boys." 

Eric Butterworth 
Chicken Soup for the Soul 


“All I Remember”


When my father spoke to me, he always began the conversation with 
"Have I told you yet today how much I adore you?" The expression of 
love was reciprocated and, in his later years, as his life began to visibly 
ebb, we grew even closer.... if that were possible. 
At 82 he was ready to die, and I was ready to let him go so that his 
suffering would end. We laughed and cried and held hands and told 
each other of our love and agreed that it was time. I said, "Dad, after 
you've gone I want a sign from you that you're fine." He laughed at the 
absurdity of that; Dad didn't believe in reincarnation. I wasn't positive I 
did either, but I had had many experiences that convinced me I could 
get some signal "from the other side." 
My father and I were so deeply connected I felt his heart attack in my 
chest at the moment he died. Later I mourned that the hospital, in their 
sterile wisdom, had not let me hold his hand as he had slipped away. 
Day after day I prayed to hear from him, but nothing happened. Night 
after night I asked for a dream before I fell asleep. And yet four long 
months passed and I heard and felt nothing but grief at his loss. Mother 
had died five years before of Alzheimer's, and, though I had grown 
daughters of my own, I felt like a lost child. 
Suddenly my mother's face appeared — my mother, as she had been 
before Alzheimer's disease had stripped her of her mind, her humanity 
and 50 pounds. Her magnificent silver hair crowned her sweet face. She 
was so real and so close I felt I could reach out and touch her. She 
looked as she had a dozen years ago, before the wasting away had 
begun. I even smelled the fragrance of Joy, her favorite perfume. She 
seemed to be waiting and did not speak. I wondered how it could 
happen that I was thinking of my father and my mother appeared, and I 
felt a little guilty that I had not asked for her as well. 
I said, "Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry that you had to suffer with that horrible 
She tipped her head slightly to one side, as though to acknowledge what 
I had said about her suffering. Then she smiled — a beautiful smile — and 
said very distinctly, "But all I remember is love." And she disappeared. 
I began to shiver in a room suddenly gone cold, and I knew in my bones 
that the love we give and receive is all that matters and all that is 
remembered. Suffering disappears - love remains. 
Her words are the most important I have ever heard, and that moment is 
forever engraved on my heart. 
I have not yet seen or heard from my father, but I have no doubts that 
someday, when I least expect it, he will appear and say, "Have I told 
you yet today that I love you?" 

Bobbie Probstein ( Chicken Soup for the Soul) 


Behind of Thoughts


With Moon behind of thoughts,

With Sun in front of Hope, 

With Smiles embracing lots

Of wishes  made in  rope, 

While  dare the  life and cope. 

Pakistan Monument, Islamabad, Pakistan


Robin Hood and Maid Marian statue, Edwinstowe, United Kingdom

Rome, Italy


Nottingham Castle, Nottingham, United Kingdom

With shoulders made for kind

When rain is falling hard

Or crying is behind

Nor nothing is the guard,

The souls together  mind. 


Weekly photo challenge “Partners