I'm alone but not lonely

I'm alone

but not lonely

I sleep, I wake up

Always in an empty bed

but never left lonely

All is there with me

In my dreams, in my heart

The spirit of love surrounds me

Your spirit is always next to me

Where I walk, what I talk

Never do I need to ask

Where are you gone

Where did you leave

As the night follows the day

As the sun rises above the night

You will return back to me

By: Aylena

when you're stressed and need new energy

Thermal bath and Spa Zurich

Today I've been and I'm still so relaxed. All thanks to my and my friends visit to this great Thermal bath in Zurich.

So my post today is only a tipp.

When you feel stressed, tired and with empty battery go to a thermal bath and just get surrounded by water, close your eyes and let your body floath in the water. 

And when you lucky as I'm and have one in your city which puts you in a different world the better for you. When I left the termal bath I felt like coming back from a new world.

When you are from Zurich or plan to visit Zurich make sure to take some time and visit this place:

http://www.thermalbad-zuerich.ch/




Love, Aylena

Smaragd Bath for Reaxing and Medition

that's why I let the thoughts rain on my like the raindrops

By Mila Zinkova , via Wikimedia Commons

There are times in my life when I'm sitting in my living room and think like this to myself. The thoughts sometimes travel far into the future, I can hardly follow them and sometimes they just stay here with me sitting on the sofa. Then we are one, my thoughts and me. Today I think of today, tomorrow and about my next trip. They rotate rapidly in a circle and go back and forth and barely stay in front of me, they don’t let me follow them. They want to confuse me. As they say, the brain can’t think of several things simultaneously, it will forget one or the other thing. So it's for me. I hardly know a wonderful idea and begin to make plans, the very next thought will run through the door and my beautiful plan is all gone. That’s why I let the thoughts rain down on me like the raindrops, which knock on the window. Dak dak dak. The drops gathering into a small trickle and flowing down the window and finally my brain can pack a thought.

Today I know that I can’t know what tomorrow will bring. I only know that I must enjoy today. Capturing the moment, although this moment, this now, is actually in the past, because we really live in perpetual past, since the brain needs three seconds to process information. Amazingly, how the here and now is a constant past and we can’t experience and learn the moment, the now.

love, Aylena

September Melancholy

Leaves at Delapre Abbey - by R Neil Marshman (c)

September is the month in which the fall begins, the month in which the world is immersed in different colors. The leaves of the trees are yellow, red or brown. It is as if the forests celebrate once again the life until the leaves die and fall to the ground. Life is screaming from everywhere. The trees are allying themselves to one last rear up against the cold, the snow and the quietness of the winter.

September is also the month in which I was born. Each year in this month begins for me the time of reflection and melancholy. Is it the birthday that leads me to sink so deeply into me, or is it the nature that makes me to think of the end of life? I do not know.

But here I am. Celebrating the beginning of my life while around me, nature and trees celebrating the end of their leaves as the wind carries them away.

And I invariably ask me about my life. What have I achieved? Where do I work? What did I do in the last year? What did I plan? Where did I go? Am I there, where I wanted to be and where I should be? What should I change, around me, in my life, at me? Is my life now, how it should be? How do I want it at all? Am I really satisfied? Really happy?

These questions gnaw at me every year. Every time the melancholy and questions reach me again. No matter how satisfied and happy I am in my life, this month of the year I look back and forward again. Embracing the September melancholy.

yours, Aylena

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Only those who know the past have a future!
- Wilhelm von Humboldt
 

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The further we can look into the past, the further we can see in the future.
- Winston Churchill

the wonder of you

There are many wonders in the world

too many to count

and still we try

to count and see all of them

to see and understand

but one wonder 

no one can count

it's the wonder of love

the wonder of you

♥ ♥ ♥

and what a beautiful song of the King Elvis Presley to finish this Blog post.

Yours Aylena

Are you scared of spiders?

This is the sculpture of Louise Bourgeois. It shows a spider, a mother.

"The Spider is an ode to my mother. She was my best friend. Like a spider, my mother was a weaver. My family was in the business of tapestry restoration, and my mother was in charge of the workshop. Like spiders, my mother was very clever. Spiders are friendly presences that eat mosquitoes. We know that mosquitoes spread diseases and are therefore unwanted. So, spiders are helpful and protective, just like my mother."

— Louise Bourgeois

The Sculpture is at the moment at the Zurich Lake. If you're in town, go and check it out. 

yours Aylena

When love grows strong

Gone with the wind

When love grows strong
everything is possible.
The world is small
in lovers eyes.
Nothing to worry,
Nothing to scare
When love grows strong.


© Ailena

♪♫♪  Westlife - You raise me up  ♪♫♪