Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Live Life

Werner Erhard 
“I’m not proud of the way I am, nor am I ashamed. This is who I am, and I’ve learned to accept myself as I am and not try to fix myself. Most people are horrified when I say that, because they recognize we can all improve and therefore I ought to be interested in changing myself. But I’m not – I spent more than half my life working on changing myself, and I got very successful at it. Man, I really knew principles of change. But as the old French proverb goes: The more things change, the more they stay the same. I’ve learned it’s more empowering simply to accept yourself as you are, not narcissistically loving yourself, but a simple being at peace with yourself. When I’m able to be fully responsible for the way I am, without justification or rationalization, new possibilities for being come into existence. I find myself growing naturally, without effort.” -- Werner Erhard

Women get more beautiful as they grow older. Not less.
Female youth is only prized in modern culture because it doesn't represent as much of a threat spiritually to anyone who is frightened of divine feminine power.
As women grow and mature, they call in stronger forces of sacred feminine wisdom. They vibrate with the creative power of their stories.
They are more of a force to be reckoned with.
They see more, know more, feel more. They put up with a lot less bullshit.
When women are trained into thinking there is something fundamentally wrong with getting older, and are coerced into spending money, energy and power investing in 'slowing the signs of ageing', an enormous vault of divine love is lost.
Just think what would happen if all the women in the world started loving themselves even more with every year that passed.
Perhaps a total revolution would occur.
(photo & text via here)

If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.

A mystic woman is a wild creature. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over. Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies every moment. She is reborn every day. Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?

If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman..

If you are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever you have built around yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing fire of a mystical woman. She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the seer of souls. She is the womb that births the divine into the flesh and bone of matter. She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but she has seen what you are meant to become. You are not a peasant shearing sheep, as you have thought. You are a king dressed in rags who has amnesia.

If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.

If she touches you, and all the voices on the wind go silent, if you feel you are in a snow globe when you embrace her, she is your destroyer. She will destroy the false idol you see in the mirror. She will smash it open because it is your prison. If you wish to stay there, she will shatter you another way. She will leave.

If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.

Everybody wants the magic, but nobody wants the Mystery, the schooling: a thing that must be lived in a place where book knowledge has no meaning, for all books are manuals to the world you already know. That means, the well-honed intellect — the masculine theory of reason — will not save you, cannot free you. It is for a world whose time is over. The Mystery, by its very nature, must show you what has never been seen, never been written, never been known, because before you were forged, it was impossible. The arts of women have been called the dark arts for too long, and they are the keys to infinity. Infinite form. Infinite being. Infinite life.

If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.

If your dreams are not filled with the Mystery, you are better off with a normal life, because she will see things that are invisible to you. She will feel things that you cannot feel beneath the layers of numbness you have wrapped yourself in. She will call upon your true self, your real soul, and she will sing it down into you, into herself and life will open up, for this very moment...

Alison Nappi

(photo & text via here)


M x

Friday, 6 November 2015

ROCK ON jewelry

Jewelry: rings & broaches made from various materials - mainly stones, wood, metal. 

Photos: Peter Ambrozic

Orders available through email or FB.

Have fun! 
M x

Thursday, 3 September 2015

A Wild Woman

Connectedness by M8S

But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?
Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?
Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?
Can you love me then too?
Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?
Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?
When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?
What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?
Will you trust that Spring will return?
Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?
Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?
Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?
Will you fear my shifting shape?
Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?
Do you fear they will capture your soul?
Are you afraid to step into me?
The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.
So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.
Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one… she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.
You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.
If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room — the night sky is not for you.
If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.
I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.
I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.
So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.
There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.
A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.
She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.
She will see to it that you shall rise again.
She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.

Alison Nappi
writer, catalyst, coach at Write with Spirit 

Freedom by M8S

Love this poem...
M x

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

ART OBNOVA - first workshop

Art Obnova is new non-profit organization in Bela Krajina. Part of our mission is to educate people around topics like recycling, reusing - manly fabric, wood - how to give a new life to an old clothes, furniture etc. We plan to have little shop as well where it will be possible to buy new products, recycled ones or some cool vintage piece. :)
More about it - sooooooon!

First ART OBNOVA workshop in Semic, July 2015

hand painted t-shirts and goods made of recycling material

from big to small, from old to new :)

Alenka Kralj - Ariela design 
(skirt created from cotton scraps and silk scarf) 

painting - decorating plain black t-shirt

M x

Friday, 28 August 2015

Art & Summer '15 in photos No.3


teden kulture na placu
(one week of culture - art & music on main square in Metlika)

Metlika, July 2015 

listening to amazing singer Josipa Lisac
& first time screen printing 

Alenka kralj- Ariela design

My8Shadows <3 p="">



...and I think I am in love with printing and decorating fabric :)

M x

Thursday, 27 August 2015

Art & Summer '15 in photos No.2


& introducing ART OBNOVA to the public 

Semic, July 2015

"my half of the table" loaded with jewelry & home decor 
made from bottles, fabric scraps, paper, wood...

My8Shadows jewelry made from unwanted t-shirts  

usable art by Alenka Kralj - Ariela collection 

 I will write more about ART Obnova (art renewal) in one of the following post.

M x

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Art & Summer '15 in photos No.1

the oldest folklore festival in Slovenia
five days of cultural & entertainment program 

Crnomelj, June 2015

main street was closed - blissssss

amazing window decoration 
by local artist Natasa Fir Cecura

art workshop - how is done :)

my little one had fun at children workshop