our response

As I turned on my TV, the current events put my beliefs under a test. At a moment the Olympic Games were started, Russia attacked Georgia and peaceful town was put in a state of ruin...

I looked at the happy faces of the sportsmen and questioned myself, is my blogging not an excuse of self - not the self-deceit?
I checked my blogs ( http://candleday.wordpress.com/ and http://arthiker.wordpress.com/ - I looked at my artworks on http://www.artmajeur.com/colourrain/ and at all other my locations on a web) and the question what for do I blog? became the threatening. Who needs my Hello?

we are everywhere

The above picture was found on the blog "Gorgeous On Life / Words From The LitterBox …"

At first glimpse, it looks as if the story about the fellowship of cat and dog has nothing in common with our Modus Vivendi club, yet that picture portrays the essence-the spirit of the art therapy. Therefore I felt myself honored with the possibility to make the copy-paste and heartily invite you all to welcome our guest. Thank you dear Gorgeous. You are heartily welcomed to Modus Vivendi.

Art therapy consists not of the paper pictures and not the number of the arranged exhibitions report the success of the healing. The therapy is not the talking about the love, but sharing the love through living in love.

let make a long story short

The logic helps in making diagnosis, but brings no happiness. Therefore I will talk shortly now. I discovered what spots my day. The evildoer is I myself - if I leave no response to what I was reading then I feel myself as if justifying the indifference and thus losing the right to talk at all. It is easy to explain the silence, but is it possible to deceive the heart? What do you think about no comments under our posts?

The poverty overcomed by the love

The leaves left the trees already, but the branches didn't became the naked. The love of "Modus Vivendi" decorates the yard of the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders.

by the way, I have read today “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”

Help us meet the Christmas

We know well the cost of the oil, but how much cost the love? Hospitals for people with psychiatric disorders has bad reputation , but out hears are tested there. The patients ha nothing in literal sense of the word, but the miracles happens - one gifts a pencil, other a sheet of paper and the physical darkens becomes the incredible light - fairy tales revive due to your donations, Your support enables us to live.
Dear bloggers, dear people of good will, help us to share thank you. We eagerly wait for your donations - help us survive and share the love. I am awaiting for your donations at the address below:

my correct mailing address:

Liepu 25-31
Klaipeda 92139
Lithuania

Tomas Karkalas

This art therapy blog is kept on a voluntarily basis of the jobless disabled. I earn nothing and I would greatly appreciate your help to cover the Internet expenses. Thank you in advance for your money transferring through Western Union - that's the fastest way to send money worldwide - to share the love. God blesses you.

Who lacks the most creates the best

Ala Lickevic

Miracles Follow The Love

Giedre Kulikauskaite with her trimmings Christmassy Windows