Leave the cocoon!
...and become a caterpillar...
Charming since day 1357
The Aztec god Quetzalcoatl
"In the park, some kids were running on the grass and picking up the flowers. The guard asked them furious: 'Don't you know you are not supposed to be picking up the flowers? Don't you see the signs?' The children looked at him and said happily: 'We didn't know, we can't read.'"
Spider Lillies at Landsford Canal, SC
Who's that maniac?
Warning: Professional axe-thrower on a close course, do not attempt at home :)
"I realized it is not necessarily the pure act of twirling socks that has meaning, but it is a philosophy of body and mind. Life has many dimensions, and sock-twirlinging is only one, but it is just like the manifestations of Buddha. He is both in the stone and the car...And even if the car is more productive, if you manage to find the Buddha of the stone as well, this does not make Buddha any less devoid of sense." - YK, the first to twirl coconuts at the bottom of Volcan Poas in Costa Rica
Cowboys, ninjas, and pirates rock! ;)
"Let's play horsy!"
bubble-bubble-bubble...
it is not real silent underwater
On Earth, the gigantic tankers of humanity and the ocean liners deafened the whales, by filling up the oceans with mechanical noise and by muffling their Songs of Life - humans annihilated million years of developing song history, before even realizing these are songs. After that, all whales decided to die. What killed them was not only the hunt for meat and blubber, but the destruction of their songs. - from
The Triumph of Endimion, by Dan Simmons
Gently sliding on the surface...
In this high tech world, I am "going tribal" next to a fire place...
Having fun with friends at an international party
Who said bottles of alchohol need to be emptied for fun times to occur? Though, it helps...
Three times champion of the Davidson 5x5 small field soccer!
Ah, the attraction...
Me and a
Lampropeltis gettula
Staring at the horizon above a lake
Silence...
fshshshshshshsh
Leave the cocoon!
Last revised: 25 May, 2006
On Turning Into a Moth
He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. - Raphael Sabatini
I hatched on an eventful date. 675 years earlier, far away from Sofia, Bulgaria, William Tell shot at his son; 485 years earlier - Dias discovered Cape of Good Hope; 54 years earlier Mickey Mouse appeared, and only 22 years before that the Russians landed their first Moon rover.
I learned these facts later, as I started clawing my way out of the protective cocoon of love, tranquility, and habit, wrapped around me by family, society, and myself. As my unfocused grub eyes were scanning the horizon for the notorious leaves at the tree of knowledge, I heard my grandfather’s voice: “Life is not a candy shop” and in the sunshine, I did not believe. But the leaves I ate were poisoned – the more I consumed, the hungrier I became… My grandfather was really close to getting the just of life, but for one “not”. Life is a candy shop, full of sweet things, which require currency. To conquer the store one needs a big grin. And some luck. Just as Cortez arrived in the Aztec empire on the same day my avatar the plumed serpent god Quetzalcoatl, the bringer of new beginning and knowledge, was prophecised to descend.
I am no Kafka's protagonist, but I too will one day wake up after a completed insect's metamorphosis. After all, I am a Scorpio, or a wild child of love, deep emotions, and strong will. I can say "I can reach the moon" and a bit more in Bulgarian, English, French, Spanish, Russian, and Hindi.
If words fail me, I try other ways of expression: taking pictures of flowers, juggling axes, fire twirling with socks stuffed with coconuts, taming wild horses, making human sculptures.
Sometimes I camp under the stars, and then sleep in tents, on beaches, benches, on docks and boats, covered by rain and shine. I dream of home and places close and afar, of Costa Rica and the US, of Bulgaria and outer space.
When I am awake I search for mermaids or simply observe the fish, I canoe, ogle at crocodilians and caress snakes, or build Lego models and concert stages.
When I am not dancing or listening to jazz and rock, I have been known to enjoy alternative fencing , or the mild warlike game of football.
Sometimes I shout with the world. When the echoes subside, I keep quiet, to hear the wispers of sunsets and the slidings of waves.
Pshshshshshs......Pshshshshshshs...the silent sounds of ripping silk...Please, I will not be a light-headed butterfly. I want to be a moth.