
Below, in the frying pan accompanied by some onions - can you tell what is bubbling? It helps to have a lot of these if you expect to be walking the halls of the above mentioned Academy.

Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
10 comments:
Beautiful building! As for the food, my first thought was brains, then mussels, then I gave up, lol.
That's a beautiful building and interesting information about it. As for what's in the pan...I'm not so sure I want to know. lol
The building is indeed beautiful - will pass on what's in the pan LOL
It is a beautiful building. I love the lanterns in the foreground and statuary on the building.
What's cooking in the pan?? Doesn't look too appetizing, but I'll bite and say calf brains. (I'd be barred from ever commenting again if I said what I really think it was :)
Enjoy your Sunday.
Greetings and thank you for visiting. The gentlemen were correct, it is brains on sauted onions. It may not look good, but it does taste great and who knows, it may help. :)
At first I thought it was bacon, but my second thought was brains. Is that a local delicacy?
Today's post from Hungary is making me Hungry!
the building is just beautiful, wonderful soft colours. Superb photo.
The pic of the food made me feel ....don't ask.
That's calf brains. Yuck.
It must be BRAIN...but the question is: who is missing/lost his brain? :-)
I liked brain toasted in the oven on a piece of Toast..mmmhhhh...I eat that only by my aunt...where??? in Hungary of course.:-)
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