"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin





Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Olympic games

Olympic games could be so nice, so beautiful...if there was no flags, no banners...just young boys and girls from free countries trying to be the best one just for the pleasure of enjoying themselves...On Sarah's blog, Old woman watched Tv and saw what they called The games, then she saw the sacred mountain of Tibet, and felt sad for these people...she tried to make a new dream-catcher and spent the night, meditating...
but in the morning the dream catchers had caught sad pictures from all over the world...
so Old woman kneeled down and cried...

1 comment:

Helena said...

DOn't be too sad, Old Woman, think good thoughts for them.