Posted by
Claudia Moser
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12:39 PM
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BlogFest 2012,
Picture
Daphne challenged us with this picture
and also with this text 'he photo is of a young boy, looking out at the ocean.... what
are you inspired to write about? it can be a story, or some memory you might
have.. or maybe he's thinking about becoming an oceanography? maybe there's a
sadness, or is he happy?'
My first thoughts were linked with the fact that he has no shoes, he walked barefooted on the beach, and this gives me a hint that he is enjoying the sun, the sand, the water and the freedom. To be honest I would love to join him, what about you?
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Posted by
Claudia Moser
on
10:42 AM
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Eliade,
GBE2,
Monk,
Picture,
Prompt
Beth provided us, GBE 2 Group Members, with a picture prompt, which automatically triggered in my the association of this older gentlemen with a happy monk, which reached his inner peace. His eyes are so soft and yet playful, is smile is honest and warming.
Mircea Eliade wrote the following 'The joy of life is not a profane type of enjoyment: it reveals the bliss of existing, of sharing in the spontaneity of life and the majesty of the world.' and in my eyes this is the quintessence of this picture.
I find Eliade's words very inspiring, his books are not easy to read, but his approach to the history of religion is worth your time. Some of his ideas below:
'In love, no certainty is ultimate... That elementary thing - the feeling that you are loved - must be certified again and again, because one doubt,one mistake razes everything to madness and ecstasy.'
'It is preferable to love a genius than to love the masterpieces of a mediocre soul.'
'Nothing lasts within the heart. Even the most certified conviction can be annulled by a single gesture.'
'Memories are the icons of time lost.'
'Light does not come from light, but from darkness.'
Quite fascinating right?
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Motto
"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro
