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.
On our way to the wine tasting, we walked through a variety of cellars and small vacation homes. This one was particularly interesting with a display of old tools.
Nice and refreshing. We've found a sour cherry tree on our way and it was loaded down with ripe fruit. How refreshing.
The facade of this cellar has lovely decor of grapevine with clusters of grapes hanging down, but these are still very green and not edible.
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.
14 comments:
Isadora, thanks for visiting Paris Photo Art and for leaving your comment. I use Photoshop to adjust the images and give them the painting like quality. David
I love this courtyard! The tools are interesting, but I really like the gate!
"Louis" would have enjoyed finding that cherry tree.
The "Mona Lisa" is less than a kilometer from Chez la Vache.
"Louis" thanks you for visiting San Francisco Bay Photo
What a neat fence in the first photo.
You mentioned sour cherries before and am looking for them in our grocers :)
I love the green of these views, they are wonderful, Isadora!
(I still have a slow connection and I can't follow the blogs as I should like).
This looks like an inviting area, very interesting photos.
The first one looks like a lovely place to spend your holidays!
This is an amazing courtyard and the equestrian show down under is also something worth seeing!
oh wow the cherry tree sure is heavily laden with fruit! did you pluck any?
must have been an interesting trip!
A nice vineyard!
Gracias por tu visita veo fotos estupendas por aquí de lugares que espero conocer algún día.
Un abrazo
Thanks Isadora for your great views of Budapest! Lovely blog.
Beautiful views...
Miss Mari-Nanci
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