I was brave, I resisted, I set myself on fire.

I was brave, I resisted, I set myself on fire.

16 thoughts on “I was brave, I resisted, I set myself on fire.

  1. This is incredible artistry Luana, and a beautiful (universal) human condition…I find that the more of these things feels and touches beneath the surface, past the skin as you say – the simpler it gets; it just becomes more natural that way… there should always be fire, but now; without fear and such soft light – without pain.

      • Indeed love can lead to pain – and many people suffer terribly through this… and even lose the true concept of love through this pain. Love means something different to each of us… I have come to learn that the love I desire, the love I live by is not something I’d like to associate with any form of pain. Pain comes from ego more often than the heart, and LOVE – the way I perceive it in its purest form reaches beyond ego. The most loving people and greatest ‘lovers’ I have known have mastered loving with mind, body and most importantly soul intact and with this holistic method it seems there is far less pain…and this is where the ‘soft light’ comes in. Ironic, I know?! Not everyone can love this way, it is a personal concept…besides there is not nearly enough of space here to elaborate. My Italian friend gave me Leo Buscaglia’s book…this is probably the simplest way of sharing my thoughts more concisely (and since Leo is Italian I thought I’d share the appreciation for him with you too ;)…
        “Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.” ― Leo Buscaglia
        Have a beautiful weekend! Continue to inspire and mostly, to smile!

      • Smiling….your comment is a book itself…What can I say, my dear…I remember he said something like ” A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world…”…

        PS Buscaglia (Dr. Love) probably had italian origins, but he was born in Los Angeles….

        wish you a very nice evening….

      • 😉 Yes, us SA “immigrants” with European heritage… like Buscaglia was to the US, and my “Italian” friend who lives here (and me who has some Greek heritage) like to imagine we come from somewhere with ancient civilized history…so anything excellent to Sergio is Italian and anything excellent to me is Greek (giggle) – forgive and humour us? 🙂

    • The “out of sight” elements are the appearances, my dear Brenda….and only LOVE can fill certain yawning theoretical or practical voids…This post is about HOW I internalised feelings during the years..

      The “Peace” is still quite abstract, but JOY inhabits me now….
      Thank you very much for the attention…the (autobiographic? ) story I was reading on your blog this morning touched me, too…


    • “Freedom is “to be free in all conditions…It is NOT “to be free FROM any of them!”..I am finally free…that’s why you perceive “strenght”…
      thank you for appreciating my dualism…or the nuanced thinking…

      wish you a wonderful day,

  2. Everything that’s mundane, ordinary, grey and difficult in one’s day just disappears after reading your posts… Hello my sweet! am back although I was never away 😉

    • Everything that’s mundane, ordinary grey and difficult disappeared from my life, my dearest (and patient) friend…How I wish I could see you now!!! Just to talk…and talk…and talk. Can I have one of the incredible chocolates you have sent me? ….thank you again!…and hope to see you soon…!

  3. Beautiful pictures and lovely text. Here’s an accompanying Rumi quote: “The minute I heard my first love story,
    I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”

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