I’m Not Everything I Want To Be, But I’m More Than I Was, And I’m Still Learning.

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ It looked like a shortcut. It WAS a shortcut, just not to where he wanted to end up. Leaving the main road and crossing over fields with olive trees, seemed like a good idea. The weather was perfect for a trip, almost a picnic, over the rolling hills, following trails that almost weren't there or made by only sheep. Sometimes having to hike over cliffs and boulders, just made it more exciting. And he wouldn't wander astray, at least not much, since he had his goal in sight all the time. The white village and the old castle, clearly visible on the highest top, a real mountain, was a landmark ahead of him that he couldn't miss. It was just occasionally hidden by smaller hills or when the olive tress changed into more dense wilderness. The sky was blue, leaving all space to the burning sun. With just small winds stirring the olive leaves; making them look like blinking silver. Somewhere, far away, bells from sheep mixed in with the constant sound from cicadas. It was a beautiful day. And going cross-country, even a shortcut, instead of following the road with annoying traffic, was a great idea. He guessed he would be at the shining white village on the top late in the afternoon. The sun was at its highest, and he was beginning to seek the small spots of shadow from the olive tress. Drinking heavily from his bottle of water; but sweating it out even faster. He blamed it on the heat, that his eyes decieved him. He didn't seem to get any closer to the mountain. Despite getting exhausted from the walking. And the sun was making him dizzy. His white almost shining bones was found several months later. By a person taking a shortcut to the mountain. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ #olivetrees #sunrays #shortcut #alentejo #laurieandthestoryof #fiction #novel #inspiration #mindscape #meandmystory #nothisisnotlikethestorythatislinkedtobutsomethingcloseenoughandwhoreallycaresanywaysincethisisjustanordinarypictureofthesunshininginthetopofanolivetree (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (her: Serra de São Mamede)

It's simple. Attraction to shiny things. Especially if it fulfills another basic need: To fit in. Being part of a group. Adapting a pattern. Now we are! No one likes to be alone, somewhere in endless something. Too much space! Everyone wants to belong. Sharing your mind with others. Counting on you getting your share as well. Expecting equal exchange; being stronger through common connecting dots. And not just a single dot; exhausted then executed by freedom. A pattern explains otherwise random stuff. Makes sense out of all the ups and downs in your life. Makes your life. Then, if another and better pattern emerges, you jump to that. Maybe for a moment dangling only from a string of light. Patiently waiting… Then! Perfect match. Fits like a glove. Or a custom made cage. But! Never ever think of the pattern as a web. That needs to be fed. More than you need to fit. It is too shiny to be bad. Woven tightly in, totally away, is just an honor. And a strength. A single mind can't survive. Thoughts united! Shining as one… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso (Leading up to...) #danish (sorry) #prose #udenfilter #pattern #life #thisisjustanotherpauseorbreakbeforejumpingintotherealstory (Usual one-off hashtag) #growingup #ontheway #reality #light #guidance #gettingcloser #mystory #mymind #connectingthedots #breakthrough #enough #change #out #stop (her: Destination Anywhere)

No doubt: C...!

dialogue prompt #52

A: “I wish you could block people in real life.”

B: “Restraining order.”

C: “Murder.”

FIKTION.

(“Mod Kernen” note 2…)

Nu siver vi gennem glasset. Forbavsende let, begge lag hjælper lidt til. Skubber blødt på. Ikke noget med at splintres eller hvad vinduer plejer. Et øjeblik hænger vi, lige udenfor, med ryggen mod det bløde glas, intet at holde fast i. Vi kigger ned fra sjette sal på fliser og beton, mærker næsten faldet begynde. Før billedet af vores kvaste kroppe når at blive til, mærker…

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A very small tiny cloud was badly blinded: It thought that it could sneak across the valley without being noticed. Normally it would wait untill darkness, but it wanted so much to go to town, that it simply couldn't wait. It had been some time, and the tiny cloud loved that particular village more than anything else. So it dared, impatiently, to start its returning just about a half hour too soon... And the settling sun, otherwise ready to a peaceful nights rest, saw the little sneaking cloud; caught it in the act. And then turned on the headlight. With a horrible result for the cloud: Totally blind and somewhat burned it tumbled across the sky, just trying to stay above the horizon. The suns exploding outburst was just an instant reaction, and not because the sun really wanted to hurt any cloud. Especially not such a tiny one. That only wanted to return to its beloved village. So, all in all, it was an unhappy accident, more than anything else. Things like that happens. Sadly. And not only for clouds and the sun. It's a risky life! #castelodevide #sunset #justanothersunset #cloud #oneofthosedays #lifehappens #goingtotown #onecloud #blinded #settlingsun #accident #shithappens #beautifulcollisionisthewayiwoulddescribethislittlepieceofdramafromnatureseverydaylife (Usual one-off hashtag...) #laurieandthestoryof (As always: Is somehow connected) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Yes; he's in this too...) (her: Castelo de Vide)

The successful combination of paintings and lyrics. In a very nice even cheap but superb printed book. "Coffee-table"-quality. And appealing both to readers of literature and for art-lovers. A perfect match... Made in "real-time" cooperation between the polish surrealist and the english-danish writer: Olbinski and Ian Lukins. Worth every penny... Or zloty, if ordered from the polish publisher. A few links: https://www.amazon.in/Olbinski-Ars-picturae-David-Lukins/dp/8375763772/ref=sr_1_1/261-4982674-8155731?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1544792402&sr=1-1&refinements=p_27%3ARafal+Olbinski https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rafał_Olbiński http://syddjurs.lokalavisen.dk/nyheder/2018-10-30/-Et-polsk-Askepot-eventyr-3425513.html http://www.bosz.com.pl/books/626/Olbinski-Ars-picturae-Rafal-Olbinski/ Already presented with readings in Poland, London, -and New York coming up in spring... Googl on! :-) #olbinski #lukins #rafalolbinski #polishsurrealism #englishlyrics #boszart #arspicturae #artbooks #lyrics #olbinski #gogetit #coffeetablebook #masterpiece https://www.instagram.com/p/BrXp8ojHvvP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cbko2maaqocp

The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.

Barbara Taylor Bradford (via purplebuddhaquotes)

But it's a close contender... The past CAN be used as a positive way to the future. Or MIGHT be... Otherwise true; often a roadblock.

VINGEFANGET. Bare én uge med hovedet under vingen… Bare én! Så vi kan passe os selv. Og passe på os selv.

I see myself from the back. From inside the restaurant. I'm alive and happy. That means I took the hard way in. Not the easy way out. For some time I wasn't sure. That time is now. Seeing a picture of myself in the near future, free and letting time be time, not allowing thoughts to interfere or take control, and giving my mind access to whatever words is worth writing, not by any assignment or deadline, and... There's really nothing else to say. I had a choice. The tempting easy way out; just caving in. Or the hard way in; a maze with almost impossible obstacles the way out. It's still ahead of me. But seeing myself from the back, tells me everything. No matter what I must do to be there. Again. Happy and free. Being me. Just me, only me. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (At least geographically...) #me #hardway #being #meandmystory #meandmymind #lisbon #wayin #portugal #home #aperiodintimewithsomeharddifficultiesofdifferentkindslowlyturningsotheeasywaybecomeslessattractiveandthewayinopensup (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Lisbon, Portugal)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/04/21/scanneren-i-kaelderen-paa-auh/ (In danish, sorry...) #auh #scanner #mind #fiction #nonsense #shortstory #sanity #health #meandmystory #meandmybrain #skeleton #breaking #laurieandthestoryof (... Will some day emerge out of all this...) #treated (Very much...) #treatedmyself In the story... And? Or? #whatever #mantelmomento (THAT it is...!!!) #quitealongstoryforashortstoryandatthesametimeactuallyatopicopenfordiscussingwhatthelimitofpurenonsenseisinwritingsopleasecommentthankyou (Usual one-off hashtag... This time hopefully getting response!) (her: AUH)