the application of theory to practice

It's sunny today

It was the obvious that I said nothing new, but my audience responded with smile. When the truth was given the publicity, it comforted us all. That picture was pleasing indeed to the eye. Wow, it was a lucky day, because the opposite results typically come from sincerity... Just think. While rejoicing over the heavenly colors, I deliberately silenced the truth. I was to confess I'm the disabled, the jobless for life, I haven't a penny and need your support... yet you have heard "It's sunny today" ... the secret of such transformation is simple: as no one wants to listen to a beggar thus I was forced to lift up my eyes and the eternal values were discovered such way.

It's sunny today. It means I just must to take the opportunity of thanksgiving :
I need you for better or worth.

Thank you

Hey …isn’t it ironic that we feel bad about feeling bad?????

Wow! while reading , I have grasped the secret of the heavy silence. Thank you, dear Surface Earth.

Let's open the door for the sunbeam could enter in and the light will come.

Colors speak in whisper

This picture looks otherwise on my other blog. Different backgrounds create different impressions. That's natural, but is it not strange that one and the same in essence can leave the different impressions?

There was a suspicion of sadness in the truth, but your comments refreshed my smile.

world's outlook towards us makes our diaries.
Thank you

Metamorphosis

Long time ago children were rebuked with awful sorcerers that may come and abduct them if they will be not loyal to the rights of home. I too was even afraid to go to the cellar for the bottle of the jam that I had loved so much. I was used to thin that evil abides in the darkness (our cellar with a lot of jam in it was exactly deep underground where pitch darkness ruled until the lamp was switched on) Thus the jam was stored in the heart of the evil.

That’s funny even to recall now. I am watching the TV everyday and I fear not a bit.

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.”

one must meet oneself

The author of this picture is a woman with the shining eyes. Her heart is full of love ... you see that for yourself. Thus you may be surprised, why did I not name her?
The logical question made the colors of the applique above sparkle with double strength. The world dont doubt in the righteousness of his judgment and call people with psychiatric disorders the fools - scoff at them. The world fleers at oneself by doing thus, but the Modus Vivendi artists meet dark clouds with the palettes full of paints of trust in love.
I heartily invite you to open the heavy door of the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders and welcome the people there - lets look at oneself and listen to the heart.

the essentials

The humanity has a name. It is "I love you" In a case just "I" remains, we face the most severe disease and are to deal with the hopeless disability

Notebook of the disabled

It is easy to pull out thick tooth and the broken leg may be healed too. The modern medicine is quick to restore the order of the human flesh. Does it mean that the life became heaven on earth?

I put on my best suit and went out into the street. Wow, the day was sunny, everything around just sparkled - the light pictured a fabulous story. Just have a look. The roar of the cars mixed up with the scent of the flowers, has silenced, and the wind was piercing me with the unforgettable aroma. I step into awe. While watching TV, I was used to identify myself with each hero of the screen. That was easy to do, but everything looked otherwise in reality. I didn't hear any "to be or not to be", there were no aimless wandering too; all people were sparkling with joyful vitality. I felt myself a stranger to the people of the street, a tourist without a guide in the unknown world.

Who am I? The question was demanding. Am I one from the street (one of you), or the ghost?

I lifted my eyes up to the heaven and my look has discovered lots of closed windows that were drifting above the street. I wasn't alone. Lots of people were not accepted into the feast of a day.

The illness trouble us in various ways, but there is one common feature. Though the sickness has many forms and the hardships differ between, but all complaints have one in common. That's the recognition of self as a burden to our beloved and the world. Such feeling is the daily bread of people with psychiatric disorders. In case you have some belly problems or the alike disorders, the chemist's shop offers all cures that you feel need in to recover your health, but the world's generosity ends if you are feeling some psychiatric disorders. Rude address "You are a fool" typically replaces the medicine then and such outlook towards the one who have questioned himself "what for this play" hurts the most... The situation was dark until I faced a banner today











Let's change our outlook towards one other. Not all of us can be the boxing champions, as well as just few of us reaches the heights of the math an alike, but we all are brothers and sisters in spirit and we all walk under the same sky

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