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December 21st, 2006

from rumi's heart to my suffering soul

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Inner wakefulness

This place is a dream
only a sleeper considers it real
then death comes like dawn
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief
A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived
and he dreams he’s living in another town
in the dream he doesn’t remember
the town he’s sleeping in his bed in
he believes the reality of the dream town
the world is that kind of sleep
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences
and though we seem to be sleeping
there is an inner wakefulness,
that directs the dream
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are

December 4th, 2006

let me be mute as a tree

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תן לי להיות אילמת כאילן
,אשר נגדע ושוב צמחו בדיו
ובאמירו הציפורים כולן
.אומרות שבחי שמים בלעדיו

והוא היחידי והאחד
,זוכר את להב הגרזן החד
והוא היחידי והאילם 
נושא את כל האושר השלם 


-
לאה גולדברג

November 10th, 2006

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Today me and my father went to a book store. I picked a book, which I chose as a gift for a relative who has just had his birthday. My father found out it is 2+1 free, so I asked: "Is this book also on sale?" and the saleswoman said "no", and I asked: "But can it be on sale?" and she answered: "No chance!"
And I said, as she was going away, "No chance? You talk as if I asked you to revive the dead...."


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Hard days. My active energy practice isn't so successful... my face grows signs of worry... and this is friday night, the production of Elad is in 4 days, and I am not making any calls... because it's friday night... because I need some moments of silence...
it's impossible to do anything with a crumbling self... I need to regather my strength... It's going to be so hard!

I need to study... I am gaining some more moments... of freedom...
I hope my war for justice will win. even without action, even by being surrounded by spirits of good. please god, send them to me, help me to help...help me pass this test...

August 26th, 2006

the unknown is known

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Maybe a baby dreams his whole life before forgetting them,

and then decides to be born...

August 25th, 2006

friday afternoon songs...

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"The End Of The World"

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
'Cause you don't love me anymore

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything's the same as it was
I can't understand
No I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does

Oh why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know/ it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love

August 23rd, 2006

do i have the right to be angry?

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I shall find shelter in the storm
as I have nowhere else to go

This Morning

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Yes, capital letters! What's wrong with that? Wasn't this morning special enough? What makes anything special enough? But it was. a phone call. Private number. should I answer? I wonder... As I usually choose not to willingly be a victim of unknown spirits who lurk on the phone lines, waiting for someone to pass them their souls over the ear holes...

But it was Ana! What a relief!
I have to mention that at this moment I feel quite unstable... like I want to cry and wash everything, start anew.
"Hi, my name is Natalie. "
"What a nice name"
"Oh, I don't like it"
"It sounds European"
"It's okay..perhaps..."
"I am Elad"

oops. 

Ana moved to Pisgat Zeev now, family debts moved them from a nice Persian castle to a 4 room appartment who still possesses their unique oriental charm... I think they cannot really lose it no matter where they go...
The moment I see her she is like a sun, my eyes are always filled with colors, happy with her sight, her smile! Her red glasses! The colorful meal she made us! Oh yes! on the phone we talked.. about religion classes who awake the mind... and then she says- I'm making breakfast! Now you are coming! Bye bye!

It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away..

Elad is probably.. actually I have no idea what he is. Since our last surprising meeting he refused to meet and to answer my calls or messages.
Should I have any expectations? I think I should decide within myself to go to war. It's building up... this fire... I cannot take any loss. I have to win. 
But if a defeat will come... 
wow... what a crash...

Ana says that every time she met her Amitay (who, to her, is equivalent in value to my Elad...) after their break up it was amazing while it lasted but as she walked out the door it was a trip back to hell... he didn't call afterwards.. there was no ground to hold on to... there was no justification to expect anything...
sigh...
writing this my fingers tremble...
I should stop expecting
think there is no chance
only then i could be happy for his presence and accept his absence...

So I am well fed, back home, trying to deal with the heat somehow... and going back to work on my paper, which is about time to finish...

Ay ay.. why am I so stressed now?
So many errands.. the university.. the bank...  it's hard to be in charge of them all... to have no help... no support...

the other day my mother came with me shopping for India, but before she didn't want to come, handed me money and said "buy whatever you want". and I said I don't want her money... I want her to come with me...
It's not about the money...

the tension is rising...
the ants are crawling...
but I will overcome and rise like a huge wave of crystal light... 

Next time I want to be "determined".
It's the feeling I like most in the world...

August 21st, 2006

find something, lose another...

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A week before the flight.
Thought I was stable, balanced, bonding with the freedom within me...
Was I that wrong?
yesterday night I sent Elad a message, asking to meet him before I fly. I don't know why, don't know why suddenly my heart wants to give him everything, to lose myself for love, as I haven't done for so long... and suddenly I open sexually, thinking of him, after months of numbness..
he didn't answer.only wrote me "no thanks"
and then "i'm with someone else now".
And I cried and cried and cried and wanted to kill and strangle and bury, everything, myself, him, her, whoever, whoever is responsible for this.. but inside I want him to be happy and I love him so much, unbelievably much... this is why it hurts, that I woke up for this overwhelming love when it was too late...
On my lowest moment I broke into his e-mail, looked for evidence to finally kill my soul and leave nothing whole out of me, and eventually it was.. well.. maybe a good thing, because he got mad and wrote me asking if i did that and how could i, and i said 'leave me alone.i am crying my soul out now.. i am so weak now...if you don't care for me anymore just leave me alone' and to that he wrote 'you made your choices. now live with them'
and i wanted to die...
how my shelter is gone... there is nothing to lean on, his eyes' gates are closed to me...
and I wrote him drop dead. because his words were so cold and cruel. then went offline.
he called... it was so good to hear him. i think i am losing my mind. how i missed to say those three words 'אני אוהבת אותך', which i have never told anyone but him, and i said it again and again and it was like a mantra... shining in my heart and healing it.. and i said how he is beautiful and how i am thinking of him always... my dear angel... but he said we won't meet and that it's not right to do so now...
and i wonder... will we ever be together again... i want another chance to embrace him, to love him, to correct the wrongs i have done...
he said it is selfish of me to ask for that when i'm about to leave for 2 months..
dear god, how can i know what is right to do? i tend to be so obssessive sometimes and i am afraid i will make him my obssession, not let go, keep dreaming he will be in my arms, even though i hurt him so deeply that he chose to forget all feelings..
and i think in a way with gadi it cannot be because he never says he loves me... and with every day he didn't say that, i grew apart..
words.. they are so important.. they have magical powers..
they really do...
 
Am I really on my own now?
and why does it bother me so much now?
I keep wishing he will knock at my door in the middle of the night... but he won't.. not anymore... he doesn't need me anymore... and now he's growing, writing scripts, making movies, making friends with the world, winning the ladies' hearts everywhere, i knew he would feel much better when i'm gone...
such storms inside... and i thought i was balanced... mystupidity.. i guess it is incurable...but my wish to love.. it is truly pure... like a little animal under a car... hiding from the cold... waiting to see the one who will make my tail happy, who will make me run and not care for the rain...
 
I never learn...
I always fall in the trap of childish dreams...
I just refuse to grow up....
 

letting go.

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היה לי לילה קשה..
דיברתי עם אמא שלי בטלפון, יישבנו את המחלוקת, אמרתי שאין מה לאכול בבית, הזכרתי את השכנים שבגללם אני לא יוצאת מהבית, ואז אמרתי "היה יותר פשוט כשאלעד היה בסביבה". וכשאמרתי את השם שלו התחלתי לבכות כל כך... כי כל כך כואב לי שכלום לא נפתר, שהוא כל כך חסר, לא יכולתי לעצור.. ואמא שלי איכשהו ניסתה לדבר איתי ולומר שעוד יגיע השלב שבו נוכל לדבר, שהוא יפסיק לכעוס...
ואחרי השיחה הזו הייתי חייבת להתקשר אליו. הדמעות נזלו ממני כמו דם... הוא ממזמן לא עונה לטלפונים או להודעות שלי. שוב הוא לא ענה. שלחתי הודעה. שאלתי אם אפשר להפגש לפני שאני טסה. הפעם הוא ענה. הוא כתב "לא תודה. תהני :)", נדהמתי מהצינה שבמילים... איך אפשר? כאילו אני כבר לא מכירה אותו... כתבתי לו שאני לא רוצה שהוא יזכור ממני רק את הדברים הרעים. הוא כתב שהוא עם מישהי אחרת.
וזהו... 
איכשהו זה טוב שזה קרה. עכשיו קמה מין קורה כזו שמפרידה ביני לבינו. שלט גדול של אין כניסה.
וכנראה היא יכולה לתת לו את מה שהוא רוצה ואני לא יכולה לתת..
תקופה של הטהרות, התנזרות, מה שזה לא יהיה, אני צריכה להבין מה אני מרגישה, מה חסר... למה חסר...
היום הבטתי בפעם האחרונה בפני המת לפני שנמשכה מעליו השמיכה. כשהוא היה עוד חי הוא עדיין נראה לי מת... אבל אני מרגישה כמה הוא מקסים בגלגולו החדש... רוצה שיהיה לו טוב ומקללת אותו בו זמנית...
שנת נצח הוא יישן בליבי...
לא יודעת מה עובר עליי בזמן האחרון...
צריך לסגור את הפצע עכשיו ולהחביא אותו. לא להסתכל לאחור...

August 18th, 2006

loving

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Life is a verb. Life is not a noun,
it is really "living" not "life."
It is not love, it is loving.
It is not relationship, it is relating.
It is not a song, it is singing.
It is not a dance, it is dancing.
See the difference, savor the difference.
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