love blossoms forth in the hospital for mentally ill - Klaipeda, Lithuania

"Be nice to people on your way up. You might meet them on your way down."- Jimmy Durante

cost of eyesight

I have reminded a squirrel today. We have met not in a forest but at a moment I glimpsed at one of showcases of the town center. It was running inside a wheel that was twirling round. The squirrel was too busy for to waste her time to welcomes ... to tell the truth, I too was in a hurry then.

The daily round wheel out the same picture today too, but my situation has changed drastically.

I got a trauma ... I am sick and jobless now, but my current problems opened a window towards the new life. Have a look:



My disability helped me to test my values, changed the midset - opened my eyes to the eternities. Thus I am rejoicing not at my plans to do something, but the breathing. The recognition of my dependance on other for the survival humbles, my impotency to rely on myself calms down my ambitions, but not a smile : the hardships fire up the gratitude that exchanges all worries for self to the comprehension of the beauty that wasnt appreciated in full when I met with the squirrel in town center once upon a time.

by the way, have a look at the first response to the "cost of eyesight" . That's the "broken code" on the blog Colourrain

mystery of the welcome

Human possibilities are unlimited indeed. Just think. I can do whatever I want. I can write to my blog, or not. Plus all the above are far from all that is possible to me. I can do nothing too. Wow, it's hard to put in human words what a giant I feel myself. I can do totally everything.

So, what was my choice in a concrete? What did I do?

This questioned looked so innocently, but the truth gave me a good shake. I was to admit that I ...was begging ... for your feedback.
Woops! When people meet one other on a street, the welcome joins them. That's natural. But in case I would address a passerby by asking him to say Hi to me, what do you think? What the reply would come?
Is it not strange? Why?

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

Quote of the Day

While browsing through a web, the 'Quote of the Day' reminded of a truth
"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light" Plato
(427 BC-347 BC)

The beginning

The poem below was discovered by me while browsing through a web today. These verses talk out of itself . The verses portray state of mind that inhabits the hearts of many in the hospital where the art therapy club Modus Vivendi is located.
The poem looks like a bacground on which the artists build their colorful 'Hi!' - are trying to escape (to change the reality).
Time will show what we succeed to build on what was comprehended by us.


I Should Have Had Asked You to Dance
posted by homar murillo


I should have haPosted by homar murillo d asked you to dance with me,
But the beat seemed not right;
I should have had asked you to dance with me,
But the rhythmn seemed wrong;
I should have had asked you to dance with me,
But the melody seemed out of tune.

Oh, I could have had held your hands;
If only for a moment, I could have had felt your warmth;
The memory would have lasted a lifetime;
But my own hands were cold;
My mouth was dry and mute;
It was unable to utter the words it should have had told.

I was left dancing alone
In a crowd of people whose faces and names were barely known.

I should have had asked you to dance with me,
But the music was almost over.
Perhaps in another dance floor,
Perhaps if the songs were different,
Maybe then I would have the courage...