I'll leave you with this bit of wisdom that sums things up rather eloquently.
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.
This must be my favorite topic - doors/doorways! Enjoy November Theme Day and be sure to visit the interpretations of other photographers --> Click here to view thumbnails for all participants Thank you for stopping by.
Because yesterday would have been an "If It's Wednesday, It Must be Doors" day, I chose this magnificent door as the contrast photo (the black and white) for theme day. The location is a pedestrian street in downtown Budapest.
A little over two weeks-ago my favorite of the cats had to be put to sleep. She drastically lost lots of weight and showed up one day from the attic and was not strong enough anymore to even walk.
This is the only butcher shop in the Town of Bajna. The young man laboring behind the counter is the grandson of the fellow we used to buy meat from before leaving Hungary in 1963. The sign on the wall is probably also from that era when there were no glass cases for the meat and the butcher did the fondling of the meats on both sides of the counter. Oh, yes - grandpa had quite a reputation in the village.
This is not a traditional doorway that you've become used to seeing here - but it is a doorway. Before and beyond it are visual delights as well as those for the palate. Can you guess where you are?
Margaret Island in the middle of the Danube in Budapest is one of my favorite spots. You are in the city yet so far. This photo was taken on one of the peaceful paths by the fish pond.
Last week during my visit to the city I walked through Liszt Ferenc Ter with a camera in my hand. It was icy and chilled and the statue of the poet Attila Jozsef seemed to reflect this well. Here he is, judge for yourselves.
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.