Friday, May 30, 2008
This is great. In the crosswalk sign here, the little girl has a mini-skirt on, a bob, and a ribbon in her hair. There did seem to be many charming young women in Prague.
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Posted by Mama Mojo at 12:35 AM
Better not to realize it too slowly or too late. You're own children are the best people you will ever know, if you get to know them, that is. They will charge you with their energy, if you allow them. They will stimulate you with their surprising curiosity. They will shock you with their love for you. Make no mistake. Children are not a burden, but troves of wisdom. They are our teachers.
Posted by Mama Mojo at 12:29 AM
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Every time I go to a monastery, or a cloister, I'm so fanscinated, intrigued, drawn in by the structures, the hallways, the ceilings, the cool materials, the smell of stone. They truly are heavenly places. If I could live anywhere I think it would be in a monastery. I could easily be sucked in there. I could easily go into one, and never leave again, I think. Of course, I would need supplies. I don't know what I would do with my days, since I guess I'm not really a scholar, and long, brisque walks can unexpetantly lead me to start writing a story down. Of course, I think monks do a lot of walking around, but it's not the same as walking down a city street, your eyes turned in upon your own thought buzzing inside of you. Still, the monastic life, the tranquility of it, will always appeal to me. Mostly, I am in search of tranquility. Above all.
Posted by Mama Mojo at 11:57 PM
I guess the best thing to do is to continue doing things, even when you have no clue what you're doing at all. Live life. What a cliché. Instead of sitting, frozen, waiting for life to happen to you, waiting for the key to fall down into your lap, waiting for things to change in your favor, waiting for happiness to happen, for a light to go off in your head, a surge, a burst of energy, when suddenly everything makes sense. You know who you are, why you're here, where you're going, what you're purpose is, and with that knowledge springing out of you, you can do something great, fulfill a dream, create a sensation, somehow, with something, you don't know what, but you want to. You want to change in a 100 ways. In order for any of this to happen, it might be necessary to leave the house, to leave your seat and your coffee machine behind. You might have to shed some of your fear. You might have to allow yourself some liberties. You might have to agree with yourself for once. You might have to actually make a decision about something, someday, at some hour or minute, you don't know when, but you do know, as you sit there cringing, that time is running out on you. Still, you wait, waiting, waiting, waiting. Every now and then, all of the pent up, dull energy you've been preserving for years under the surface might come out in a brief explosion, only to subside again into calm, a silence so still it cuts into you.
Posted by Mama Mojo at 11:40 PM
Monday, May 26, 2008
There are lots of places in and around Prague where you aren't allowed to take photos inside. Karlstein Castle is one of the many. This is one of the only photos I could sneak, with the tour guide along.... It's worth a visit, if you're ever in the neighborhood, you can take a look yourself.
Posted by Mama Mojo at 9:34 AM
Here's a photo of the tomb in St George Church.
I was so busy taking photos in Prague, I didn't have time to do much reading up on things. The entire time I thought, I'll be back here someday soon. Everything about the trip (we were also in Weimar) had the feeling of return, somehow. I knew I'd be back, although, of course, it isn't possible to really know. I was more sure of the fact that I'd return to Prague than I am sure, though it pains me, that I'll ever see my family members again. (It's only 4,000 euro to fly to Salt Lake this summer). But these are all just vague feelings. It did however seem like certainty that I would return to Prague. The thought of visiting the United States is rather uncertain, not unlike the thought of me becoming employed. Writing a novel, hovering toward Prague/Weimar, are greater certainties somehow.
Posted by Mama Mojo at 9:16 AM
Here's another shot in the St George church. It's a lovely religious relic.
This is a secret photo, by the way. ;-)
I'll tell you another secret. While I was in Prague, I imagined lots of things. One of my big phantasies while there was to pack up, move there, and start learning Czech. We learned one Czech word, "doebrieden," meaning "Thank You." Of course, I have no idea how to spell it. I decided that I could learn Czech. I was already reading and understanding things the first day. I also learned how to say "Next stop...." It's such a beautiful city. Tragic, really, not to spend at least a few years living there.
Posted by Mama Mojo at 9:10 AM