Thursday, March 17, 2011

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ITALY WISHES

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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

Monday, March 14, 2011

Veins Showing In My Breast

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.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

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the owl ricamina

I point out a new forum, and 'newborn but promising.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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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

Ermanna Tognoli 07/03/2011

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Otto March's not a party

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.

To display the banner the html of your page copy the code below

I also speak:
Lalaurie
Simplymamma
MammaFelice

I'll be glad to add links on the topic tells me.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

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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:


- accept the award and write a post about


- choose three to five bloggers that we like and tell them that they won




my choices:


http://fantasiedicarmen.blogspot.com/
http://agapequilt.blogspot.com/
http://www.paolina-blog.blogspot.com/


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

Friday, March 4, 2011

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I've been away for a long time 'for family reasons and chairs for acute' s time to make a move .....
here's the latest effort
the banner of Sardinia,







the hexagons were sewn on the 3rd Quiltingday, many hands have sewn, assembled, designed, thanks to all for the enthusiasm and cooperation

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

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Indoor, outdoor



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.