joy for survival

The word is that you are what you speak. The thought inspires indeed. Wow, I am what I say.
I awoke with the words on my lips:

- Scat, all dark thoughts!

The cheerful 'Good Morning!' stormed into my hospital ward. It was the time of the visitation. Doctor's welcome inquired of my health state today.
- The headache troubles me, the sweatiness worries - what to talk about the constant backache...

Am I what I talk?
The innocent Good Morning made me the inmate of my troubles. Had I any chance to escape the complaints?
I looked at my neighbor and the uneasiness has doubled. Jonas was bound to the sickbed for forty years already.

I looked at a window. The sun was shining outside. Jonas followed the direction of my eyes and he blossomed with a smile unexpectedly too - we both were smiling. We gave one other a bow. It was done heartily and that was funny. We have learned to look at our headache as at a shadow that witnesses the light. That is not the worshiping of the darkness but otherwise - the gratitude for being alive, the recognition of the light in most unexpected places - underfoot.

Dear readers, help me to forget my disability. Your remittance can enable me to purchase the materials that are the obligatory to make the pictures you can enjoy at the pages of our blog. Thank you for your generous support. My correct mailing address :

Liepu 25-31, Klaipeda 92139 Lithuania

Tomas Karkalas