Be a joy.
Traces remain in the sand, which the ocean receives unreservedly in its waves.
As it did, it does and will do, with everything that has created the living, or the inanimate, on its shores.
The sun's rays of the new day paint the contours of the presence into a warm color.
Joy
Born into a joyful sacrifice,
become a joy
live your life with the conscious presence of joy.
Yellow Rose
The country, in which she lived, decided to open the gates to a language that could not be present in school buildings until then.
English,
beloved singable language of Yellow Rose,
creative, tenacious and optimistic women,
who, in this joyful time for her, dreamed a dream about her language school.
Rose has renounced tradition, secure social and work positions.
And she took a firm step on a path full of uncertainty, renunciation, hard work.
As it happens, when one abandons the safety of the established habits of previous generations.
Old house in the suburbs, had the character,
which gave him an extraordinary charm.
Rose could feel by her whole being.
“This is the place, this is the home
for my dream”, she said.
However, the house was destined for demolition in order to give way to the future ones.
Rose fought hard to save it.
And successfully.
She opened her language school and taught by the method of joy,
in that beautiful house with a massive statue pointing in movement and expression to the sun.
Her students were inspired by her personal strength and determination.
Have a dream and turn it into a finish line.
Fully aware that reaching the goal
requires body training, mind and soul.
That was the key to success in study and personal life.
Yellow rose has become an example to those who were lucky enough to know her.
The number of students in the school increased.
One day, to the astonishment of all present,
she pulled out a folding wand and used it to reach the blackboard to write in white chalk
I love my life
Nobody knew that sickness was part of her sparkling life.
She had so many followers of her distinctive teaching.
She had so much faith in her soul that she is able…
So she decided to expand her school to another empty building in the middle of a mature tree.
She had been preparing tenaciously in every way for the opening day, which was just a few months apart.
Unexpectedly, her dream (we do not dream only once)
as well as the yellow-red leaves of huge trees,
melted into the foliage of the fading grass of autumn.
English songs, stories, laughter sounded through the half-open windows of Yellow
Rose´s house
to random pedestrians stepping forward.
Rose was surrounded by the success of her students.
The joy she sowed brought her wealth in true friendships with those with whom she was unconsciously connected ... with something similar.
Spread joy without fame where diligence, skill
and talent reaches.
Rose invited these peace bearers to celebrate life.
They came from different parts of the world.
She saw some of them for the first time.
And they were surprised that the vital woman with whom they were in correspondence,
welcomes them in a wheelchair.
She accepted the disease
as part of herself,
she did not surrender to it and did not demand concessions.
Rose said: “Don't notice my wheelchair.
Feel my joy in life.
That is what unites us.”
It was a beautiful May day during which Rose was, from every guest coming,
gifted with a yellow rose
and the skill with which the person excelled in his modesty.
It was a beautiful celebration of life, full of poetry, lovely songs and incredibly
heartfelt songs.
Three women lay in a hospital room filled with the scent of beautiful flowers.
The tables were filled with tasty varieties.
Towards the evening, the outgoing visitors´ steps were slowly fading away in the corridors.
With humility and joy, Yellow Rose sensed a healing presence
of friendship and love in any form.
“Our visitors are in pain when they see us,“ Rose told the women lying on the adjacent beds.
A disease absorbing me is what I can see in their expression.
I know, it's very sad for all of us.
However, despite the sadness,
which is inevitable,
despite the pain I have,
I do not want to see my coming death in every face that turns to me.
I know it's coming!
I want to laugh!
Can someone make us laugh for joy !?
Suddenly the door opens.
Some delayed visit.
“Hi, ” Rose says.
“Look,
I don't need anything else, my table is full.
But here with the girls, we figured out
that despite the abundance,
which we are endowed with,
despite the care which is provided to us,
despite the ubiquitous love
and understanding,
we are missing something.
Although I'm slowly leaving this life.
In spite of this fact!
I want to laugh!
Can you do it for me?”
“Hi, I'm glad to see you,” Rose said.
“So the two women have already died.
I'm alone in the room, you know, it's good in this way,
I am writing a textbook for children.
The publisher doesn't know at all,
that my life is ending.”
Rose smiled conspiratorially.
“He's still chasing me when I finish it.
Sometimes I don't have the strength ...”
At the beautifully grown trees, rose in the sky
countless number of yellow roses,
which people put there in reverence
and thanking a woman's life,
whose will was:
Live every day with conscious joy,
despite everything,
which stood in her way in obstacles,
which Rose by her force of will to be and create, overcame to her last days.
Footprints in the sand illuminated by the warming sun
were received by a whitish wave into the depths of the ocean.
There will come together everything that was within reach of the endless waters
touching the sky on the horizon.
27th November, 2020 – Sara Filip
I love my life SARA F - YouTube
Traces remain in the sand, which the ocean receives unreservedly in its waves.
As it did, it does and will do, with everything that has created the living, or the inanimate, on its shores.
The sun's rays of the new day paint the contours of the presence into a warm color.
Joy
Born into a joyful sacrifice,
become a joy
live your life with the conscious presence of joy.
Yellow Rose
The country, in which she lived, decided to open the gates to a language that could not be present in school buildings until then.
English,
beloved singable language of Yellow Rose,
creative, tenacious and optimistic women,
who, in this joyful time for her, dreamed a dream about her language school.
Rose has renounced tradition, secure social and work positions.
And she took a firm step on a path full of uncertainty, renunciation, hard work.
As it happens, when one abandons the safety of the established habits of previous generations.
Old house in the suburbs, had the character,
which gave him an extraordinary charm.
Rose could feel by her whole being.
“This is the place, this is the home
for my dream”, she said.
However, the house was destined for demolition in order to give way to the future ones.
Rose fought hard to save it.
And successfully.
She opened her language school and taught by the method of joy,
in that beautiful house with a massive statue pointing in movement and expression to the sun.
Her students were inspired by her personal strength and determination.
Have a dream and turn it into a finish line.
Fully aware that reaching the goal
requires body training, mind and soul.
That was the key to success in study and personal life.
Yellow rose has become an example to those who were lucky enough to know her.
The number of students in the school increased.
One day, to the astonishment of all present,
she pulled out a folding wand and used it to reach the blackboard to write in white chalk
I love my life
Nobody knew that sickness was part of her sparkling life.
She had so many followers of her distinctive teaching.
She had so much faith in her soul that she is able…
So she decided to expand her school to another empty building in the middle of a mature tree.
She had been preparing tenaciously in every way for the opening day, which was just a few months apart.
Unexpectedly, her dream (we do not dream only once)
as well as the yellow-red leaves of huge trees,
melted into the foliage of the fading grass of autumn.
English songs, stories, laughter sounded through the half-open windows of Yellow
Rose´s house
to random pedestrians stepping forward.
Rose was surrounded by the success of her students.
The joy she sowed brought her wealth in true friendships with those with whom she was unconsciously connected ... with something similar.
Spread joy without fame where diligence, skill
and talent reaches.
Rose invited these peace bearers to celebrate life.
They came from different parts of the world.
She saw some of them for the first time.
And they were surprised that the vital woman with whom they were in correspondence,
welcomes them in a wheelchair.
She accepted the disease
as part of herself,
she did not surrender to it and did not demand concessions.
Rose said: “Don't notice my wheelchair.
Feel my joy in life.
That is what unites us.”
It was a beautiful May day during which Rose was, from every guest coming,
gifted with a yellow rose
and the skill with which the person excelled in his modesty.
It was a beautiful celebration of life, full of poetry, lovely songs and incredibly
heartfelt songs.
Three women lay in a hospital room filled with the scent of beautiful flowers.
The tables were filled with tasty varieties.
Towards the evening, the outgoing visitors´ steps were slowly fading away in the corridors.
With humility and joy, Yellow Rose sensed a healing presence
of friendship and love in any form.
“Our visitors are in pain when they see us,“ Rose told the women lying on the adjacent beds.
A disease absorbing me is what I can see in their expression.
I know, it's very sad for all of us.
However, despite the sadness,
which is inevitable,
despite the pain I have,
I do not want to see my coming death in every face that turns to me.
I know it's coming!
I want to laugh!
Can someone make us laugh for joy !?
Suddenly the door opens.
Some delayed visit.
“Hi, ” Rose says.
“Look,
I don't need anything else, my table is full.
But here with the girls, we figured out
that despite the abundance,
which we are endowed with,
despite the care which is provided to us,
despite the ubiquitous love
and understanding,
we are missing something.
Although I'm slowly leaving this life.
In spite of this fact!
I want to laugh!
Can you do it for me?”
“Hi, I'm glad to see you,” Rose said.
“So the two women have already died.
I'm alone in the room, you know, it's good in this way,
I am writing a textbook for children.
The publisher doesn't know at all,
that my life is ending.”
Rose smiled conspiratorially.
“He's still chasing me when I finish it.
Sometimes I don't have the strength ...”
At the beautifully grown trees, rose in the sky
countless number of yellow roses,
which people put there in reverence
and thanking a woman's life,
whose will was:
Live every day with conscious joy,
despite everything,
which stood in her way in obstacles,
which Rose by her force of will to be and create, overcame to her last days.
Footprints in the sand illuminated by the warming sun
were received by a whitish wave into the depths of the ocean.
There will come together everything that was within reach of the endless waters
touching the sky on the horizon.
27th November, 2020 – Sara Filip
I love my life SARA F - YouTube