
October 17, 2008
An Old Fashioned Stove

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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.
11 comments:
Wow this is just like a dream stove and heating system at the same time to me, oohh nice i will actually save this for my dream house!! ohh nice, thanks fro your kind words on my todays post Isadora :O) love your blog BTW!
I've never seen anything like it before- so large and white. and it looks like polka-dots!
Hello Isadora !
Nice photo, and good explain... I'm smiling, beacause I have a great fireplace...
On Your photo, where is the baby ?
Amazing one, with a very strange form, and so big!Never seen one like that!
What a neat stove! Love that bench around it. Never seen anything quite like it - would love that in my house...
Hard to imagine a time with no TV, but it is an interesting stove,very nice!
I loved seeing this! Sometimes I watch House Hunters International and always love seeing different regions.
That is such a neat stove! I've never seen anything like it. Thanks for sharing, and thank you for stopping by my blog - I appreciate the visit. Best wishes to you!
Oh, my goodness. Isadora, I am so happy I found your comment on Audrey's blog (Marvellous) and you mentioned being in Hungary, so I came over to visit.
I was born in Bacska, and we had a stove like this. Well, ours was in the corner, and as a child, I loved to sit on the bench and read my favorite book. Such a long time ago. Of course, I you know Bacska is now a part of Serbia, but it was still Hungary when I lived there.
We fled Hungary in the fall of 1947, and came to the USA in September of 1951 when I was 14. My grandparents, who raised me, are long gone, of course, and no one Hungarian in the rural Ozarks where I now live, so my Hungarian is pretty rusty these days, but my favorite cousin lives in Budapest (Baki Agi) and I keep in touch with her. Oh, I do wish she had a computer, so we could communicate more often, but she doesn't.
Anyway, there is so much more, and your photos are all beautiful. I will visit again. I am glad to have found you. My name is not Hungarian now, but maiden name used to be Szilak.
Wonderful blog, Isadora. I hope your Sunday is going well.
Renie
Oh my gosh that is a very odd and interesting looking stove, i love it. glad i scrolled down farther
I really like your description of how a stove like this might be enjoyed. It made me smile to imagine myself in such a position: Tired after a long day of working, sitting with my back to a roaring, warming fire, chatting and laughing with family and friends. Perhaps with a cup of tea and my favourite cookie in hand?
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