When the love for receiving postcard will combine with the love of art, this is what happens.
It makes my day!
For those that are not aware, Carl Larsson was a Swedish painter, mostly painting using oils, watercolors, and frescoes. He considered his finest work to be Midvinterblot (Midwinter Sacrifice), a large painting now displayed inside the Swedish National Museum of Fine Arts.
The postcard that I have received is called Brita in the Drawing Room.
I really love it and this that it is ahead of its time.
I have never been to India, but India reminds me of the old values of life. It reminds me of my childhood and then I get nostalgic about home, about Macedonia.
Athira says my name reminds her of her childhood. There was one Ivana in her first grade and was her only friend back then. It makes her nostalgic.
I remember my first grade. It was a little bit boring, because I already knew how to read. After a while, I just got used to the fact that I have to repeat all the letters with the children in my class. I had many friends. And time after time I started to lose them one by one. It was no one’s fault. It just had to be that way.
Or maybe it was my fault. Because I was different. I still am.
I never wore the clothes they did. I never put make-up in the ways they did. I always wore bracelets with dream catchers and evil eyes and handmade jewellery, and they thought I was weird. But I didn’t care. I still don’t.
I was weird, but I was me. And I love the ME I was and the ME I am.
And yes, that left me with just a few friends, those true ones, that accept my weirdness and we are together cool. I found a man that is weird with me, and it feels amazing.
And what more can you expect in life? I have everything I need.
Maybe you remember my post about how I want to become a flower, or a fairy. I got lucky by getting another postcard connected to flowers, this time from Finland. I decided to post it now, because today is a special day. The day of the planet Earth.
Tiina made me remember of flowers again, how lovely they are and how much love they have and share. The whole postcard was filled with flowers, the front, the back, the lovely stamps from flowers from Finland. I can’t forget about the cute cat. It’s impossible hehe .
Today is the day of the planet Earth. It’s not just that. It’s the day of the living stings, the day of the nature, the day of the people. If this planet didn’t exist, we wouldn’t be here right now, and I wouldn’t be writing this, you wouldn’t be reading this.
It is true, and we often forget it. WE DON’T HAVE OTHER PLANET. It’s the only one that we can live in. Let’s overwhelm it with flowers and trees, and a lot of green plants. Let’s make every single building surrounded with colors and fresh smell of nature.
Let’s be happy people, and let’s share our happiness with other people too. Don’t wait for Monday, or January the first. Start now! Go out in the green park, talk to a stranger, give a flower to a random girl, help an old lady cross the street. Forget about evil for a second. No, forget about evil for a year. Share happiness, and happiness will come to you. Be the person you always wanted to be, and I promise, you will fill satisfied and fulfilled.
I was looking at this postcard and I though, I want to be a fairy. But something else happened meanwhile…
I saw my high-school teacher yesterday at the book fair. She told me a story that happened at her class. A girl took a flower, and destroyed it with her pen. She had a bad day, she said. And that was all her explanation. My teacher is just like me. She does care about things that some people find as irrelevant. She cares about what people think and feel, and why they feel that way. What made them think this or that way, and why do they act or don’t act at all.
She is so curious, about our feelings, our thoughts, about life. She asks a lot of questions, and I love having those conversations with her. She was wondering why would someone want to destroy a flower.
Now I am looking at the picture again, and I’m thinking… I don’t want to be a fairy anymore. I want to be a flower.
Yes, I might get destroyed with that pen. Yes, I can’t fly like the fairy has. But I will still be gentle and shy, and beautiful. I will remain untouched by nature, and I will shine. I will give love back when others give me love, and I will smell good. I will be rare, and who knows, maybe I’ll get destroyed faster than the other ones.
And then again, I maybe want to be a fairy too. I don’t even know myself.They both seem so gentle and shy and precious. They both seem to be peaceful and caring, and they both seem to have wings, real or imaginary ones. Either way, I would be spreading love and enjoy life without a worry. Either way, I will be happy.
Have you ever heard about the famous Russian dolls? I’ll tell you something about them…
The Russian doll, called Matryoshka doll, is a set of wooden dolls, with the same style, but diffenet in size, so they can all fit one into another. It is a part from the Russian tradition, and Matryoshka actually is a diminutive form of the first name “Matryona”.
Traditionally, the first layer is a woman, that is dressed in a long and shapeless traditional Russian peasant jumper dress , called sarafan. The figures inside the doll may be either man or wife, and it represents a typical Russian family, and the smallest piece of the set is a baby doll.
The dolls are always connected to a certain theme, which is connected to the Russian culture, like the Soviet Leaders theme, or a Russian Fairy-Tale. The Matryoshka doll is also knows as the Babushka doll, and “babushka” means grandmother in Russian.
Thanks to Lana from postcrossing, I got this amazing card. I remembered the days when I had a set of these dolls, and it was a Russian family, with a grandma and grandpa, mom and dad and a small baby, and I used to play so much with them. Now it is rare to find them in Macedonia.
Annemarie sent me this postcard of a fairy, I think, and that fairy is fixing her wing. This is one of the many reasons why I love postcrossing (NL-3358563).
There was one little girl that dreamed with her eyes open. She believed everything is possible, and therefore, she was always happy. People would stare at her and just wonder how it is possible for someone to be always happy and never to have a sad face. It was because she was a dreamer. She believed in happiness. She made happiness. She made herself wings and believed she could fly. And yes, she did fly, and people would wonder again how she did it. But she was already up above, enjoying the view while she flew.
One day, it all changed. There was this terrible storm and this strong wind, and one of her wings broke. She fell down and she couldn’t fly. It hurt her so much. Not the wing, but the fact that she couldn’t be up again, flying, among the birds, among the planes, among the clouds and the blue sky. She cried a lot, and her happiness was not here anymore.
She saw the sun the next day. And she wanted to be close to the sun so much. People expected her to be unhappy again, but no, there she was, fixing her broken wing, singing songs and smiling, laughing even. She was happy again, and she believed. She did believe she could fly again, and this time nothing could stop her, nor people, nor storms.
I saw her a while ago. She was flying and waved at me. I smiled, because I knew she was happy. I always knew she always be happy. Because she’s a dreamer. And she never gives up.
I received something very unusual. It was a brown envelope and when I opened it a brochure came out of it and The Great Crane Postcard. I honestly don’t remember how I applied for this, or how it came to me, but I am so glad it did!
The 5 x 7 inch origami crane is a 3-color silkscreen print signed, numbered, and printed by hand at Neat & Keen Studios by John Everett Morton in DeKalb, IL. While 1000 is quite a bit for a limited edition print, it relates to the Japanese tradition of folding 1000 origami cranes in return for good luck or one wish granted.