I tried to look at my wish-list - what do I want to do, where do I feel need to go, what kind of life do I want to myself.
And I am actually living my dreams.
It required a huge amount of fortitude, recline upon God, and it was really, really scary. But it worth it, every minute since.
Notes about the miracles of the world, and about Hungary - where I always return
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
One year ago
Last November in the evening of my departure from Korea, Joshua told me to write something about our capital, Budapest. Something that cannot be found in a guide book.
I wrote this:
For me Budapest is the most beautiful city in the world,
therefore
I would never live there.
And here I am, living in Budapest for the next year and I enjoy it.
It is amazing.
It is dirty and noisy.
It robs time.
But if I don't stop watching to the things I see with fresh eyes, it remains fabulous, and even more wonderful that you can imagine.
Because with a real glance one can find the essence.
I wrote this:
For me Budapest is the most beautiful city in the world,
therefore
I would never live there.
And here I am, living in Budapest for the next year and I enjoy it.
It is amazing.
It is dirty and noisy.
It robs time.
But if I don't stop watching to the things I see with fresh eyes, it remains fabulous, and even more wonderful that you can imagine.
Because with a real glance one can find the essence.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
autumn list - I simply love them
pumpkin in every form
falling leaves
smell of wild chesnut (and kicking them)
chesnut eaten on the street
quince jelly (or in every form)
something new begins in every year whether you are student or not
harvesting grape and grape juice
hot drinks
wind and fog
fresh walnut and almond and nut
visiting the graves of our relatives and ancestors and lighting a candle
reading poems
falling leaves
smell of wild chesnut (and kicking them)
chesnut eaten on the street
quince jelly (or in every form)
something new begins in every year whether you are student or not
harvesting grape and grape juice
hot drinks
wind and fog
fresh walnut and almond and nut
visiting the graves of our relatives and ancestors and lighting a candle
reading poems
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
a one-minute short story
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
short and dim yet
I got back home. I seek my way... I have questions and always got the answers too, just need to wait a little bit.
New autumn and new things are coming, I have no idea yet, but I feel it.
I don't know, how, but every day things of life become more clear.
I just need to start.
Back soon.
New autumn and new things are coming, I have no idea yet, but I feel it.
I don't know, how, but every day things of life become more clear.
I just need to start.
Back soon.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Assisi
So, I am in Assisi again, exactly in the convent and the Basilica Papale di Santa Maria degli Angeli, for volunteering for the third time. And again: I don t have words for it. So amazing, in spite of we are working all day long. The way to here was also long, from Hungary to Bologna by hitchiking, then by train. And now here I am, where the air is full of the spirit of San Francesco, and the friars and sisters warmly welcomed me and my Italian is better day by day, the food is amazing, sometimes we can learn how to make Italian food. And every day happens something, that shows me the incredible grace of God.
Grazie per tutti che posso essere qua, i frati e le suore ogni giorno mi mostrano Dio in piccole cose, e anche fare il volontariato significa che sorridiamo, o confrontiamo con le gente, ma la direzione e chiaro - verso al Creatore. Non ho parole.
Grazie per tutti che posso essere qua, i frati e le suore ogni giorno mi mostrano Dio in piccole cose, e anche fare il volontariato significa che sorridiamo, o confrontiamo con le gente, ma la direzione e chiaro - verso al Creatore. Non ho parole.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Midsummer
This midsummer (or the day of Saint John) was amazing though nothing was as I had planned.
Previously we were in the Tátra Mountains, In Rzeszów and in Zakopane, together with Hungarians a Polish. Everybody way either younger of older than me, but it didn't matter, we had great fun hiking and playing together. It was simply amazing.
And then we were at the Balaton with friends, the most fabulous things were to swimming deep in the lake and then talking till dawn about serious and interesting things of life. We so in need of these kind of things.
And yesterday it was the day of Svieta Ivan or Saint John the baptist, protector of Horvátzsidány, the small croatian village where my grandma is from. We were invited, and it was not only a day together with the family, but as we were listening the croatian songs in the church, I felt like being by the Adriatic sea (though I haven't really been there).
My cousins were playing in the tambourine band and later on they showed how to play on it. And in the mass they were singing in two or more voices! Even the Our father was like so gay I wanted to dance. In the evening I did dance with my uncle. He also gave us some old stuff like a SPINNING WHEEL even if broken. I definitely will fix it :)
And my granny's sister took us to the cemetery and told us who was who, what kind of relative in that small graveyard. We were at home.
Previously we were in the Tátra Mountains, In Rzeszów and in Zakopane, together with Hungarians a Polish. Everybody way either younger of older than me, but it didn't matter, we had great fun hiking and playing together. It was simply amazing.
And then we were at the Balaton with friends, the most fabulous things were to swimming deep in the lake and then talking till dawn about serious and interesting things of life. We so in need of these kind of things.
And yesterday it was the day of Svieta Ivan or Saint John the baptist, protector of Horvátzsidány, the small croatian village where my grandma is from. We were invited, and it was not only a day together with the family, but as we were listening the croatian songs in the church, I felt like being by the Adriatic sea (though I haven't really been there).
My cousins were playing in the tambourine band and later on they showed how to play on it. And in the mass they were singing in two or more voices! Even the Our father was like so gay I wanted to dance. In the evening I did dance with my uncle. He also gave us some old stuff like a SPINNING WHEEL even if broken. I definitely will fix it :)
And my granny's sister took us to the cemetery and told us who was who, what kind of relative in that small graveyard. We were at home.
The point is to get closer together and accept things we might don't even understand.And after loosing my confidence on the roads after my tiny crash I can drive again.
Thank you, my Lord! :)
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