It’s Wednesday, my favorite day of the week! Happy Hump Day everyone! I hope you all have less tensed week than mine! Being back to work after a week away, right now I feel that I need vacation after the vacation! I love going away, I love seeing new places, but when I come back the first days are … ruthlessly hard, fierce!

I wanted tonight to have a post about post cards, about collections and hobbies, but did I have the time to sit and write it? Absolutely not! The last few days have been running, running and running again. Hectic mornings, quick showers, almost warm coffee in one hand, jacket and umbrella in the other and my feet on the curves of time. Behind me two arrows, one small and one big, metal and unpleasantly cold, pushing me, saying :” Come on! Hurry up! You’re late!” And I obey, half asleep, half awake, not able to react, I just listen and obey! Living in a free world and not having any freedom, captured in the prison of time! Tangled in seconds, minutes, hours … and 24 of them are not enough, I need at least 48 these days.

I sat earlier on a bench next to the bus-stop, happy that and this day is gone and I get to go home, thinking of my dark blue arm-chair and the quietness in my flat, dreaming of sitting and doing nothing, dreaming of the time still and everything else around with it. No movements, no sounds, no phones to answer or buses to chase, no effort to apply… just me and my inside peace, having a moment of sweetness, having a minute without to think. Wishful thinking …

“Time” by RedSheep Photography


© 2010  Broken Sparkles


Great expectations

Expectation is what is considered the most likely to happen, presumed degree of probability of an occurrence.

Sometimes I wonder, how come most great expectations turn out to be not so great, not so worth reaching them? How come when you wait for something to happen, when you dream, pray and suffer about it, the result is inadequate and mixed with disappointment?

I am sure all of us, at least once, have thought that certain event, certain person will give us certain comfort and pleasure and on the end none of it would appear on the surface. You think of a smile and eyes with blessing and love, but harsh voice and rough action is what you get! You see in your day-dreaming peace and serenity, but the reality is knocking you with its absence.

There was a time, when I’d feel sad and frustrated if my expectations were not met with the expected result, when I’d sit awake at night and wonder “Why?”, looking for the answers under my pillow or in between the sheets of anxiety …  now I just count it as an experience, as a lesson I had to learn and I move on to the next expectation, hoping that it will be a better one!

Happy Hump Day everyone! I hope the beginning of this week brought you something beautiful to dream about!

© 2010  Broken Sparkles

End of summer

I started “Scent of my heart” so I could share my poems with other people apart from my close friends. So far I am happy with my blog considering it’s really newborn and I must say one more time – thank you Tom Baker for finding me and introducing me to people like Cherlyn from “Over a Cup of Coffee”, it’s always nice to meet people all over the world.

Originally I thought that I will share only poems, because more or less the poem I post says about the day I had, the way I feel, but today I feel like having something different than a poem … it’s going to be my different post every Wednesday of every week. Why Wednesday? Well first Wednesday is my favorite day of the week and second I like the American way of saying :” Happy Hump Day- Happy middle of the week!”

I woke up this morning to find out that the chilly wind is back again. A week ago temperatures dropped down and I thought: ” Oh, the summer is going away!”, but then after few days it was sunny and hot again … until this morning- when my bare feet felt the cold marble floor, which usually in the heat is so nice to walk on to, when having coffee outside on the balcony wasn’t pleasant without a jumper.

I love summer! Having in mind I was born and I have lived for 24 years in a country with very deep winters, mountains of snow and minus degrees, against all odds I just love summer and heat. I absolutely adore the strong sun, the smell of sand and salty water in the air, the light clothes, the long days, the hot nights with open windows and the sound of singing insects. I love Athens in august. It’s really hot, but empty. No traffic, no buses full of people, no politics working in the parliament to accept unacceptable laws to make people to strike, demonstrate and block the roads unhappy and angry with the government, just happy tourists exploring the town, speaking different languages, taking photos …

This summer was a great summer for me. I managed to free myself from all feelings and people making me suffer, I managed to feel myself again, confident and happily smiling, I went on a trip to London and I sure felt really royal visiting palaces and historical monuments, I spent a week on a Greek island enjoying the sea and the beach, I filled myself with energy to face the winter that will come soon.

And today feeling the cold it made me a bit sad … I wish the summer lasted a bit more … I wish I had for a bit more the sun- tanned skin and my painted toe- nails in sandals. But they say nothing really lasts forever and I guess that goes and for summer …

How about you? Do you have a favorite season?

I hope all of you had a very good start of the week and it will end even better! Happy Hump Day world!

Me on the beach in Eretria,Evia – summer 2010


© 2010  Broken Sparkles