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ITALY WISHES

ALL UNITED

All united like the fingers of the hand to tighten

strong hope and not let it fly away.
like the petals of a flower to spread the scent


of life and breath from moment to moment.
Like the walls of a house to make you live

different feelings
equality and equal in diversity. All

united like the colors of our flag
to enjoy the rainbow
never extinguished by the dark black
tight circle with their hearts and not to run away

the light of love. All together around
you
Italy.

Jose Mira

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They told me

"According to Bowlby interactions between mother and child (which begins in early pregnancy, and going by the embrace the exchange of glances, nutrition, comfort, etc..), A structure that is defined attachment system, which guides the system (even in adult life) the interaction and affective relational exchanges.
The main function of the mother and which ones to give the child a secure base : him feel seen and protected. The basic function safely in the early years of life is performed physically by her mother, diveine then, through the internalization of comprtamenti and affects aroused by the same mother, an internal structure capable of consular protection. In this way the child, and then the adult can feel free to allontanrsi and gradually differentiate from the mother and begin to explore the outside world, with the certainty of being able to find on his return. "

(For a reading complete, see here )

Being a secure base for their children is the responsibility of each parent. It means being able to infuse them the "courage", or rather, the ability to go to the free to explore the world, confident in their ability , With the certainty of could go back and find a parent that can make him feel welcome , and restore physical and emotional nourishment.
Being free also makes it free to go back.
Beyond the technicalities, this is one of the "issues" on which I have often questioned: my ability to give my daughter the confidence to believe in herself and in her ability to "fly."

The first year of a child's life (but I would say something more!), As today it helps me remember one of my dearest friend , it is still a time sui generis in the growth of an individual , a period in which the mother-child (and other figures of reference) is very close and crucial. This means for the mother (every case has its own story) perceive as important, challenging, sometimes suffocating, but the link is good and all-so that in this particular period is determined with his son. Each
the "colors" in its own way, with their own experiences and feelings.
I is not a mystery, at times I feared that if they came out :-)
Yet, they told me, it comes out. You do not know how, but there comes a time when your child discovers the world, she discovers her father, she discovers her grandmother, discovers the other.
He falls asleep without you, when you were still believed to be essential. Greets you with his hand on the door why did you decide that leaving is more interesting than staying with you.
"Children who grow up and then go away, attracted by the face of fantasy" .
Nothing sad and melancholy, but just watch the normal pace of life. This is the stage
for us has just begun: one in which, in every little daily act, we learn that children are not the world to meet our needs or our needs . For them, the children are not ours: they are of Life.

That said, do not expect me to be a free woman: I am still the mother of a puppy that has taaanto need me! I enjoy a few hours of freedom and the occasional goal, I do not know if tonight will not ask again, and without fail, my presence.
Because life as we know, is like the waves, but also goes back.

To you, dear friend , I dedicate these words that I heard and I thought of you, even if it's not New Year. Because I thought the "Your First Year", and I hope it is as good as possible. Courage.

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March 8

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WOMEN

Women born women

always hidden

Beneath the Ashes

of an ancient hearth

The fire of knowledge

Have you ever been denied ....

REFUSED
DeRiso
OUTRAGE
RAPED

Closed out

From the world of learning ....

From power

The thread of time

interweaves

Your existence

Like a thin net

League

The past

to this

Moving Forward

Shout your existing

In the silence ...

your strength ....

The fire smothered

He gets high

And as

PHOENIX

Rise from the ashes ...

illuminates the darkness. In the past

The time of your redemption

... ...

has come

woman born woman

From

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Today I have many things to do, and I do not know if I will find time to stop writing what I think. why do some re- Vival and I refer you to this article , a year ago. Certainly my thoughts are different today, but the beliefs are the same. That's why I will propose again, hoping that today is a day other than that in recent years has meant the March 8. I have many friends
brilliant bloggers who write about this today, of course, many others who are actively engaged in promoting this culture.
currently do not have time to walk around the web, but I know they are there.
The March 8 is not a feast is a day of commemoration and commitment against the terrible conditions in which women have always been. 's like a "celebration" is not religious, a day of reflection, of solidarity, a day when even a small gesture can do so much.
Help me to "build a culture of eight in March ": write it, raccontatelo to your families, your friends, your men. Tell everyone what the March 8, Tell your children, who are the men of tomorrow. Call it by its name: "International Women's Day" .
Let's make today is not a silly day out of the "transgression" or consumerism.
If you want to write on your blog, do it: take the banner, make a link at my initiative, and share. Let
mimosas on the branches, bring in your heart and your life, find a creative way, today, being a woman, a woman of honor.

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Surprise! I received an award by MRosaria , graziee!

and 'an initiative designed to give the blog born just a chance' x phases to know more '

rules to follow to receive the award are:


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I dedicate this award to all the friends I I have argued, pampered, prodded, many thanks

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Today I really need.
I made this collage (which, as usual, today I will return often in contemplation), which expresses a little bit of my need to "escape", travel with the mind to other places in the world, to all other homes, other colors, other corners of peace. A pout pourri of images, things of meaning, that sometimes it is difficult to explain in words.
I'm a little tired, and this morning did not begin in the very best.
Although it seems a heresy, after (and despite) having said wonders for my daughter, now talk a little bit of me. For, after all, the title of my blog speaks of "lights and shadows."
between inside and out here as I am now. With that feeling of being "torn," whenever I feel with my head away, it's a job to finish or a matter to be completed (a time I also listed a thing for my free time, but alas, Today this no longer exists).
And on the other end of the rope my daughter, her needs, normal, not too pretentious, but so at odds, sometimes with mine. How
say.
I feel "broken" in many things, I realize that many, many that try to achieve, so many that I begin and where I can not devote time. Projects that do not take shape. Ideas banging against a glass closed after deluded can fly. Breaks that never go to break. Days that are constantly changing, no evidence on which to rely.
Not because my daughter interrupts me in the literal sense, but because life goes on with new priorities that always distract me from everything from the most personal and important to the more mundane as the sauce on the fire that nearly one burns.
All this makes me very tired, very, very, very, very much.
Excuse the outburst.
With these words, the category "wonderful life" I stride today, but we must try. Peace is a journey, a serenity of mind, and all this is free, requires, sometimes, a bit of commitment.

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my daughter talking about

front of a new flavor of yogurt:
She looks at him, setting the jar.
"Tomato?!?"
"No tomatoes, love, cherry."
"Cigiegia.
"Cherry"
"Assaggiamu"
"It 's good?"
"Yes, mbuonu. And pink."
"The 'baby, it rose as the cherry, because they mixed in yogurt white cherries."
"Mbuono. Rosa. Assaggiamu."
following we concentrated on what he has in his mouth.
I took the cover rests with the dirty side up, turns to look at the words as if to ask "what brand is it? He bought my mother?" and then the laying of new with the clean side to the table . Then he says "Ancura!"
This is my daughter 18 months, and a great desire to speak.
When they knock on the door she said "Mom, quaccuno.
sometimes wanders around the house saying "where is! Where it is!" (Which seems to Don abundance), and if you ask her what she is looking for answers "quaccosa.
speaks in plural nous, but he speaks in the indicative present. And then use the gerund, past participle, and volitional verbs, especially "I".
Taste all the food that does not know and which we are eating, if she likes to say "good" if you do not like asking for permission to spit ("pputa). When it does, however, he does politely, as if he did in a tissue, usually in a towel or in my hand, but not sensational or gruesome scenes. Simply put it on. Balla
the waka-waka.
Eat lots of fruit every day and lots of vegetables.
When we break the great sun, but as soon as we became an independent company and play alone. For part of the evening we leave a bit of TV watching.
not even touch a piece of furniture.
He gets angry when it fails to make long journeys in the hands of bringing things back into balance, and this is the thing that makes her nerves, but do not give in, insisting so many times a day.
E 'already creative in the kitchen "(his own), and stacking toys in the shape of mushroom as fanciful cupcakes, calling them "shower head", and you offer them. She looks at me
cook anything, and is already cakes with me.
After days and days of insistence, is now starting (on request!) To replace the toys, letters, blocks, rather than leaving them scattered around the floor when you're done with them. Not always, eh. But it is a miracle.
curses echoing his father when the team does not score. It screams "goool" raising his arms to heaven when they see the summary of the days football.
When her father does not respond to his calls in the evening, from another room, she asks me "Mom, Dad playing?" (He already knew everything about life). He says countless
of words, and though many are incomprehensible, many are unclear and difficult. It brings together small sentences, in spite of the evolutionary charts.
When someone goes away from our house she yells "appetta!, Appetta!" with his hand outstretched and ordered a halt. And then ostentatiously greeted with a resounding "CIA-ciauuu!"
Every day when he wakes up asking "sunny today?" and then look out the window and you say "wind", or "clouds", or "water" which then translates to "rain". When it rains look at the plants in the garden and says "drink".
When someone does not know, I studied for 10-15 minutes, watching carefully before you "trust". And it seems right.
says "dog, man," because a dog has in love with her, and we see when we go to the playground.
E 'in love with Cinderella. I am telling the story many times, and know by heart. If I ask questions, know how to read the story. And when I stop more than you have asked me "And then?! And then?" I
mocks and teases me great.
Ride lot, laughs out loud, and curls. She likes shoes and long hair.
Fixed all the bugs for endless minutes, and then disgusted when you are away.
She likes to sit with your feet and up.
She is all that and much more, it is impossible to write.
I've never been a mom sloppy, and are not very good at telling of her lately, but a couple of days I look at it "go big" eating alone, begin to express themselves, and wonder how we did.
as I did.
I think as I was a year ago, and I tell myself that maybe I have not done much. Have only been at her side, which is a gift.
But, above all, it gives "kisses with noise only 8 days, but the feeling is indescribable: it's like heaven down on the earth, the heavens were opened, the angels were flying over me, and then come back up, leaving with the dazed expression.

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Reflections on "measures"

as it may be included among the subjects sufficiently frivolous, not particularly noteworthy, and the themes for those who are obsessive-haunting around people on a diet, the argument food these days stands in my thoughts. In other words, I'm warning you: you might want to turn around and leave this page.
Perhaps, the argument that more food should I say the argument measure. The theme is
measure everything to return to just measure . A measure lost in time, a measure to which to return, or should I say to find, in the sense that what (if I) will take up now, it will not be the same as before.
I'm talking about metaphors, in a sense.
that is not only a matter of inches, numbers, pounds, but find a new way of being after the existential upheaval comparable to a kind of big-bang, from which are over and start new things. Subtitle: motherhood.
On the other hand, the extra pounds, when there are only a bit of bacon, is a theme that unites many posts (I would say post-post in my case) pregnancies, and in some cases are not just a matter of "aesthetics" (without wanting to trivialize its importance and aesthetic), but has deeper roots that can be found in a concept of transformation ... radical.
In my case, a series of events "physiological", but also other, led me to become a person "different", very different (this time I mean physically) than I was before pregnancy. We say ... two or more in three sizes. There are many, yes, but I was pretty skinny before. Life from sports, hard work, personal care ... bah.
Yes, I would say just "meh." The result of a balance that I had built in recent years, he gave me a great sense of well being, and suddenly the pregnancy (too sudden she) has deconstructed. Well, maybe not so much the pregnancy, which have remained fairly consistent, but after.
That life is not back to normal.
Those rhythms have changed.
That world who suddenly became unknown and far away from what was known.
I do not know why I'm talking about this today. I'm making a great effort in these early days of the diet, and many times I tried to start, the last year and a half, but many things have gone wrong. Then I could not continue, something failed, I could not "get back on a diet." For a long time I felt that his mind "there was."
So what I write today is something elusive and not yet fully understand, that quid that makes me fear of loss is felt at the same time that is taken spring "I want to do a diet . Which, incidentally, I'm really doing.
It seems a sign of change are just a few days, but I have a feeling, or should I say I want the feeling that this time is different.
I'm afraid not.
I desire to leave behind the big-bang, and find myself. Different, perhaps with a new measure, but at least once myself (better late ever!).
I do not think there's ever a just measure of things, if not one dictated by their own feelings and inner wellbeing. That's why I do not have to lose pounds, numbers reach statistical standards to which they subscribe. The goal is, this time, my well-being. This makes my "journey" a little bit uncertain, but, you know ... are only the fifth day!

With the opportunity to ask for public apology to those who are close to the monotony of my speeches, now really mono-thematic. I mean in my defense only two things: the first is that I need support, the second is that a diet takes away a lot of mental energy!

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Honey and Valentine

Things that make me happy:

• my daughter laughing with her father
• a sunny day
• cake turned out well
• the scent of sugar
• the wrens in my yard
• the elegance of the trees
• walk in the countryside
• the scent of the sea
• hope that one day I will have my dream home
• perseverance of nature
• invite my friends
• the ride at sunset sand evening
• lie in the grass
• travel

exercises polarity.
I woke up ill, and a great need for romance or I do not know how best to define it.
E 'Monday, starting the diet, I have a lot of projects to be started and a lot of confusion.
why urge the category "wonderful life".
seems incredible, but build a dream image makes me feel better already.
rifarvi If you feel like your eyes and dream a little, you also go here from which I loosely based on a selection of images.
And if you leave your dreams in the comments, to brighten your day, I can dream with you.

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¿Que pasa?

Things I've learned in two short but endless days.

Life without a computer is strange for me. I can do things that normally I would not even under torture. I thought I would get bored, and instead I did not stop for a moment.

The house is full of corners where you collect a huge amount of stuff that is useless. E 'enough to enter the frame of mind where to look usually does not see eye to realize that builds up an invisible disorder that may not even exist. And so, in a few hours, I re-ordered and wasted a lot of things.
metaphor for life.

Working at home, in order to be on the verge of leaving "a office "makes things appear solid, with a different flavor than the usual days. At times even enjoyable. gestures remain the same, but the meaning of the usual steps to change at all.

Arriving at a moment dreamed for years, imagining liberating and joyful, is very different from living it. Yesterday I went to the office staff, seized with a fit, to deliver that letter in my mind during years of hard work and unhappy, I imagined a thousand times, changing the lines, backgrounds and meanings, and imagining that every time I hand it would release a large weight. I always thought it would be a time to celebrate.
And instead I cried: the first, and later worse. For several hours I feel more uncertain and heavier than before. And not because I am convinced I made the wrong choice, but because I left the courtyard of the house, the bay to the open sea, and instead to experience the thrill of sailing (technically not yet begun) I'm doing in the fear .
And what is worse is that I continue to watch my daughter and feeling desperate doubly: first because it all started from her, which, fortunately (but sometimes not), my life has completely changed in a way that can mean only give birth, death and rebirth to new life, and secondly because it is the first time I have taken a decision really weighing the consequences on the basis of its existence.

new life means that everything you had before no longer exists: time, rhythm, thoughts, body, habits, lifestyle, hobbies, passions, skills, certainties and uncertainties.
I tried to imagine what it meant to have a different life, while finding themselves at once, leaving an office (in which I have been talking for more than my expectations, discussing another problem that even the resignation will cost me money too !), is very different.

I learned that there are things you must do alone, as the highest jump from the rock: and I do not know if it is right or not, if it is normal or not, it is common to all or not, but I know that for me means that the greatest happiness, yesterday, I felt that I had no one around. And while it builds up, the other hurts.

I also learned that this freedom, when I dreamed it, and so many images, is a freedom that makes me very afraid, now that I'm her mother. I am afraid for my daughter, for what will hit on you if my plans fail, and I am afraid for myself, for what will become if my ambitions do not find their way.

There is a lot of stuff in short. The die is cast, the door is open, the decisions were taken.
The ocean is bigger than I imagined, the wind is colder than I thought, and I have to get used a bit. At least a little. So from now on I will work three times because I have a big ship to ride alone. Maybe one day I will find a crew. In the meantime, wish me the wind, the sea, you know, you traitor.

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This is an important week: those who metaphorically equivalent to an uphill battle to make the race as a jury, or qalcosa like, evaluate your performance.
And this definitely makes me wake up very badly, in this Monday "special."
This week I will write and deliver a letter of dismissal.
I will not dwell in detail: motherhood got to do, but not only that. It 's time in life when you have to make choices, and decide the way to carry on, do a recap of what you believe without knowing if that is the way to check, assess any relationship of cost and benefit, and most importantly, This is the hard part, giving up a smokescreen that makes life a little (I stress a little) easier from an economic standpoint, but certainly empty and no prospects.
What then, as I have said many times, economic security, even though poor these days that it does not suck. Especially if you have kids. But
Care is hardly just that. There are "chair" on which you are comfortable, but enough to make you drown difficult, then, get up, when I feel the desire and the need to stretch your legs. In this chair and I have been sitting there for long, for so long that I have subordinated this difficult decision blocking all other creative activities that I could put in place to make a difference to my future.
tear down to rebuild: let this be known, since hand over the letter, "here in my part," there will be a huge building site.
invent, invest, hope and believe: that the hard part of life.
choose without knowing where I'll end up, but with the certainty that I do not only for myself but for the hope that, even economically, may one day go better than today. But in the meantime before me there is a limbo of uncertainty, and certainty in the period of "blank" necessary to put the cards on the table.
I know some of you have done. So I know that I understand.
I have that tension in my stomach that I was deferred indefinitely this time, and agitation that makes me think "I wonder if I'll be up to the new situation."
It is called fear, and I think it is also legitimate.
I think of my father (what strange) that in another life, another time, another company, years ago, he put aside dreams and bent down to a quiet life and unsatisfactory. I think so because I realized how much he and I alike. I think of him, and I would have the courage that he at this point did not have: to tell the world, without too much noise, "I'm here too." And then I think of my mother, pragmatic, and his sermons on the fact that life is compromised, and that dreams do not pay: she did not follow her, but has pursued the economic certainties, to a very high price.
Then I think about my daughter and I struggle over what message my example of life left to you: Dreams are important or are cultivated in the garden only private?
What will make a difference that can make my small garden a place that other, even if not everyone will enjoy?

Ramblings morning, linked to further temper: my pc will assist in three days, and I will not have the normal use of my resources. Although I will not stay entirely unconnected, not as usual, and this makes me very annoyed. Not only because of labor issues, but also because I do everything online that relaxes me and relaxes me, and which now I find it hard to give up.

Here begins this week as well. With the precise knowledge of having to go running through a fire door.

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Today my post is here .
I thought for a long, long time and now I do, that the most important thing I would do to teach my daughter to love life.
And every day that passes I realize that the opposite is true : is she who is teaching me . because there is nothing greater than a child in an intense and genuine love for every day of his life .

And I read it in his eyes, when she wakes up smiling, as she falls asleep satisfied.

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Hello belly.
You're finally coming back to "soft" after a long period of insensitivity. You
that maybe you could start to go smaller.
And instead I continue to cover, ignore, not to cure.
Sometimes "by mistake", I happen to stop and think. Sometimes I think that maybe you'll return to "normal."
An intervention that I was not expecting a result that did not know existed.
And we're going to take (all) a year and a half from that day: I, you and Bry.
I know that something is still wrong: it is to arrange, retrieve, straight and narrow path ... I know that something has to go back to the right place "between you and me."
I wish I could say "return", especially when I look at my photos a few years ago (and certainly not for aesthetics, but for the living to remember everything that brings with it) with the uncertainty of what no longer is. Actually I should ask you: "come back?" And no one can
know the future, we can only build it. But I do know that the past does not come back: I'll have to find new ways to re-invent.

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Me, Myself, and I

scattered remarks on my first gig after more than two years: the music is the sea that unites and divides people. And it's that universal language that starts with the beat of the heart, and gives the rhythm to life.
Too many people in a room, meeting with the sole intention of having fun, when you're rusty in the gears of happiness, you feel something really weird, like a film that looks behind a screen: a feeling of family and out of place are mixed together, and do not know if comfortable stay there or not.
Motherhood (Parenthood in general) is for me a wonderful loop: that bless you, thank you for teaching me that, but when I go out of my usual daily scripts, and breathe some air, it makes me realize that there are parts me, things I can do, the roles that I play, which shrank when not in use, and which also represent me greatly, and I complement each other, and as if I'm committed to "integrate" these parties now suffer, and my fault for knocking on my door so too faint to be heard.
I am no longer what it once was: in front of notes as those of yesterday, when I was a free person not know it was and who could not use his freedom, I might have escaped. And instead in a surrealistic way, out of any tonal scheme, I and my soul, sitting in that space, we felt the new measure our borders widened when he broke into the Life within us, changing our measures of 'existence (in my case the waist). This strange feeling of large things where once I would narrow it made me face up to (my) reality.
Take the time to themselves, take some time to myself, is an effort that, like the gym, I is hard to start, but when you put me there, paradoxically, I come out refreshed and full of desire to start over. More and deeper
followed. But today I have a goal important to arrive at the end of day rest after doing the shopping, cooked and cleaned house for a dear person who comes to visit me from Far Far Away (as a story to my daughter). And this is a goal of life, teaching me to become a different person.
Today, outside, the sun shines. And I'm with myself as with a friend I have not seen for a long time, and that I want to re-learn.

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Seventeen-month

and I could make a blaze of lists of all the things you can do. And instead, in the transition between yesterday and today, to remind me what this means to me twelve days, she decided to affirm its contradiction in my respect to every detail. Want to eat? no. Sleeping? no. Walking? no, in her arms. Playing with the pots? no, colors. Want to paint? no tv.
Santapacedelcielo.
I know I know I know, do not say nothing: it is called "growth." They are "stages of development," serve to promote their independence, it is nothing "personal against me," is just "an attempt to understand how the world works" (etc etc, and I could go into that, but Out of a mother at the moment and I do not want to).
Here: as told to Caia this morning, it's like to feel that the flight of a feather that lands on your existence, however subtle, when it comes, determines the most disastrous defeat. Welcome
in maternity's world.
He tells anyone who is so hard? Well, now, yes. Many of you do. E 'than to spend it is another story and never-say-never say or think "that my son does not" give it time, soon he will too, and I am not referring only to things of which a mother to be fair.
Well, this little summary of my seventeen months, in which every 12 days, honey on honey, you were scanning my words. But that's not all. And today I would have to say about him wonder more and much better than yesterday.
But there are days when I'm very tired. Because what most of everything I've learned is that this is a "job" that requires great concentration, pinpoint accuracy from tightrope without a net, and you can not distract you even a moment.
Eh.
I think back to two full days at this post Silvietta and how skillfully you before and better than me, has been able to describe this stage, this "stage", this demand for autonomy and enormous patience of the (already proved) of fatigue a mother.
Read it, if you have not already done so.

She writes:

In these days, I like (like?) To conserve their energy for watching me with enough irony and detachment, and notice how difficult it is for me to accept this "no" and how often resonate within me as yet another obstacle in the evening ...

and also why, when I go to the conflict between my exhaustion and its demand for increased autonomy, and fear of broken (I and all my thoughts and reflections, that without a little 'patience and energy just go down the drain ... and I'm not really a patient tipino ....) in a pile of shards, I like to think alLaPulce like Master Yoda, and I train to be an impossible task: to use the whole ' energy of the universe for ... have all the patience to go with using and listening to the "yes" and "no" when ... right!

Great Silvietta.
type I repeat the mantra things she wrote, and I think that if she did it, I can do well myself. Because sometimes, among mothers, this message goes unnoticed today, more than ever, we can talk, complain, write to what is sometimes hellish survive certain aspects of motherhood. But all this only serves to legitimize the viscera: we forget to think that "we can do." You can help. It can be argued, even remotely. One can become, through motherhood, better people.
And then everything resume flowing, not perfectly, of course, but smooth. It is the way forward.

Congratulations Bry: two of us. We'll make it.

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White

Dream.
ray of sunshine in the early morning light, rustic wooden tables painted white under a veranda, pies my grandmother's that warm the heart, days ordered by the rhythms, a chore that he rests, the strength to bring about change . Would small scents entering the mind and push your life a little later.

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January

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January after the holidays has clean air and cold ray of sunshine that make life white and ready to begin again.
that morning in preparation for, day after day, in the spring. A property
industrious factory feverishly preparing an imperceptible movement which can al'esplosione of life, the sounds of colors.
Meanwhile, for now, the morning he wakes up, it seems, and the sun paints the white and yellow gold. The branches bare hands as empty waiting fingers stretched skyward. Gifts and blessings await fertile for Life going on. Always the same, always different.
A new year (new in every way, every little piece of unstructured practice) is to begin.

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Agio

In our house higher than the volume of my voice when I'm angry. We live in a place that tries to be as much as possible sorted by Bry. "Search", because obviously I can not, and I always do much of that mess that I sometimes wonder what irreparable damage to my daughter and will endeavor to its development. But life is never "simple and straightforward, rather than proceed to trial and error, and I learned that the job of mother is so. It will not be perfect as you are not me, and Bry will learn that are not errors in determining the quality of life. Closed
parentheses.
Yesterday we were at a party for children: one of those organized by dwarfs below the meter in height, so to speak. We were told that it was "the feast of the Epiphany."
Now you what you imagine when you say "the feast of the Epiphany? I imagined a sweet old woman who organized games and gifts.
We were in a room: let's talk, not even his father and I often go to these places more. Entry there, I thought it was a hellish pit: in a dark room with strobe lights, a facilitator screaming like a madman in volumes intolerable urging children to lash out. "Children's Day" resounded in my mind flowing quickly in on-base looking for new categorizations, and "My little daughter is" continuing to repeatedly match this search. I immediately thought it was wrong (and place chosen).
She seemed a little dazed, as well as other younger children of his age. The
I was next to the time needed to settle there, (you, me, his father, and any other sane person), holding in her arms to look beyond the legs of all people taller than her (there does not take much, poor pay of cheese), and tried to describe what was around us and what they were doing all of those people.
Stop-room. A few minutes later: the music roared as children danced to the disco and alternating hand movements, creeping upwards to the floor.
My child-soldier-of-cheese waved his arms and marched with his legs, roam undisturbed through the hall, among people who did not know and that children were likely to invest at any time (which obviously has not happened). He enjoyed like crazy. "This little girl is shy," which ironically was the voice I remember, by whom, of course, not well informed (sedicimesenne my daughter is not shy: it is different).
balloon swords brandished against boys much older than her, and made a fight of hits. It 'came to me and asked me the Heavenly Sword, not the pink. His father
I approached my ear and yelled (to be heard) "I think it is perfectly at Bry ease entropy of this organized chaos. "
How disagree.
I replied, nodding, but in a flash, I've had for a moment the vision of" our "pre-adolescence (the teenage years there will not be given to see her, she will be released on his own).
Mala tempora currunt .

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THE EPIPHANY BULLETIN

I really hope that one day of the Epiphany is down a chimney

to bring gifts to those who
child for a long time is no more.
An Epiphany for young and old people to go in his bag that
a sweet dream
be delivered through the roofs
Who is just, a little company;
a lavish lunch of bread to those who are without;
joy to the sorrowful and joy;
to mothers and fathers a lot of patience.
and put in the stockings of the powerful
peace, friendship and good feelings.

to: Jasmine98

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You have prepared the flight plan? You got permission? You've polished the broom? Excuse if you remember your duties, but past a certain age you tend to have lapses of memory. Remember eyeglasses if no pads like me last year!

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Wonderful Life

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New year, new book.

When shaken, demoralized, wondering which way things are, I miss stop in a corner of the world and remind me that La Vita E ' wonderful.

The photographs are as fast means of transport that allow you to travel and discover places you've never seen. Also around the corner. Places told by someone, little worlds in the world, seen through the eyes of those who immortalized. The photograph shows us that the world is a place worth living.

think that life is beautiful does not mean being blind to the pain, it just means it looked at him, and he also looked over, and seeing that there is life beyond the pain: what a wonderful world.

[My father loved photography. Now lives in me.]

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we just left behind in 2010, this year for some and 'be nice for some other' less but now will do 'forever part of our existence and we will have' cmq marked for good or for worse, away I wish with all my heart, a 2011 full of good humor, health and serenity ', a year where our dreams can come true, realize our projects, strengthen old friendships and make new ones, a year in which creativity ', our sincere friend, we can keep the company in times of solitude and comfort it sad moments, a year of great memories and great emzioni.

HAPPY 2011 to all

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Walking

As I wrote in previous posts, in the beginning of this year I always keep in mind the value of time passing. Every single day, hour, minute, are precious. And that, instead of me affannare looking for something important, it makes me stop, smell, breathe, BE. Wait for things to happen, not by accident, but the result of my experience fully the present, as the current in the river of life.
This is the teaching of the past year.
As I wrote, I learned many things.
I ended the year thinking about the lessons already arrived, transcribing not to lose.
Now MammaCattiva reading, I noticed that it also serves a purpose-guide for the new year. She, as with common sense, but not obsessively, rather discreet and useful, it reminds me that maybe, just a start address in the wake of the enthusiasm is not quite the thing more way to go. It also serves a small share of the organization to mark the direction.
So, as one of those "games" in which everyone participates in making its voice heard, write my speech of 2011.
REBUILD.

Over the past two years I have hit a number of "earthquakes".
were sudden and unannounced, as all earthquakes, natural disasters.
The first quake, two years ago in the body.
The second, a year and a half ago in the heart.
The third, a year ago, in the workplace.
The fourth, in the months to follow: in my married life.
These were more or less the epicenter, and everything that was around was so affected, of course.
Each of us knows what happens when a disaster wipes out everything: the first moments of panic are those that follow are of demoralization and dismay, then follows the request of the dry, more or less accepted, and hope someone can help you.
Just calm down, slowly, the water begins an important stage: rebuilding.
Well, I am there.
are at the moment it is important that the debris (Benedict, who they knocked down everything that is tottering, that was wrong, which really was not needed!) Can not only ruins remain to cry, laugh, remember. And
'time outreach sleeves, and look to the future.
Bringing with me the good things (Oh yeah!) Has stayed with me. And start again.

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Some say to start at my age is not easy: it's true. But I also say that starting is never easy, and I'm not alone: \u200b\u200bI have next to a person who accompanies me with dedication and great patience in spite of my limitations, I have a daughter that I love and could not have been more-me- teach me, I have a life that in its simplicity can be very beautiful.
I wish that was the turning point: those that give strength to a person's life, which determine one direction with respect to who you are, who want to be. It may be, if I promise.
I fell, I cried, I got up. And now I want to walk.

Expected and unexpected

get second life in that 'moment when you cut the veil and six

the other party.

are not prepared enough

but you're always ready,

the natural consequence of being born,

the natural consequence of love, a thought

liquid that makes the mind

that makes you feel all that makes you feel nothing.

how to make a journey to the center of the earth and the moon

regain a new sense.

How does the weight of things,

the value of money, the force of arms,

of tears, a smile, sleep and waking,

air we breathe, the return home.

Now my place is' here,

that your dazzling beauty.

sometimes short of breath,

from there's no going back.

you afraid that the time is not more to your leash,

you afraid that the game is over now

so you are at that intersection between the engagement and disengagement

and you take away from the center, you have to get into space

and then divide the useless from what is necessary,

is no more a day to sit in your calendar, and then calmly

what is

not you say no ...

finally

because whoever comes to light

lights.

Nicolò Fabi.