Carolineodaimi

27/05/2019

first proper hike ;-)

04/09/2018

Kika on search of Excalibur.

Word origin of 'Excalibur'
From Old French Escalibor, from Medieval Latin Caliburnus, from Welsh Caledvwlch,perhaps related to Irish Caladbolg a legendary sword (literally: hard belly, hence, voracious)

Excalibur is the sword of King Arthur in Sir Thomas Malory's iconic work Le Morte D'Arthur published in 1485 CE. The sword was originally introduced in Geoffrey of Monmouth's History of the Kings of Britain (1136 CE) as Caliburnus (or Caliburn) and further developed by later writers before Malory immortalized it in his work.

The sword, from its first appearance, is a powerful weapon in the hands of a skilled warrior and retains that reputation in every story which features it.

The name Excalibur may originate in the work Culhwch and Olwen from the Mabinogion, a collection of Welsh legends, if one accepts a date of composition as c. 1100 CE.

It‘s a symbol of Arthur's virtue and power.

Although there are these precedents for earlier magical or supernaturally powerful swords, Excalibur is arguably the most famous.

The concept of a "sword of power" did not originate with the Arthurian legend. Many mythologies mention a number of magical swords.

As with many other magical or powerful swords in legend or mythology, it is identified with a single hero and should not be allowed to fall into the hands of an enemy owing to its inherent power.

Kika a modern day member of the human race was in search of that legendary sword.

21/11/2017

21/11/2017

21/11/2017

Bali December 2016
(4)
A long ride to some village where the healer lives; a ’’ ketut’’(eat,pray, love) style’’. 😉
In Bali, families live all together in what we would call a compound, a piece of land transferred from generation to generation where all members have their private rooms, and share common areas such as kitchen and toilet. These rooms are separate and appear as little houses surrounded by a garden with a massive gate and fences all around the land, looking like a villa from outside. Inside this little compound the most important place would be a small temple to honor the Gods where a daily ritual is done as well as occasional celebrations.

12/10/2017

December 2016
Ubud, more accurately Penestanan.
7:30 am;😔😴 M.B. knocks on my door room:'' would you like to rest and go to the healer another day? We will be there again in 2 days''.
ME: 😶😐🙃 no no I’m coming.''…10 minutes later..... Puffed eyes covered with makeup, something I would forget completely the next 3 months.... colored hair that would later go away as well...I’m ready.

24/06/2017

5)Home

She was now 80 years old, her hair is long and she has it wrapped in all shapes most of the times;combining headbands, colored silk, and various hair ornaments.

She had spent those years travelling from one place to another; endlessly creating projects and enjoying life.

Home was wherever she went.
When she would feel lonely, she would go within, to her own home where the greatest master of all resided, her own heart.

She was blessed to be surrounded by friends and a wonderful family.

She looked better than ever and was grateful to be given the opportunity to naturally grow old.

But most of all she felt alive and free, thanks to her failures, her grieves, her joys, her losses and her successes.

She stayed in that place where you were young enough to have passion and old enough to enjoy it.

She became alive the day she decided to be her own home, her own friend, her own god, her own companion, and her own children.
The day, she loved that little lost piece of her and understood that the greatest achievement of all was to be true to yourself.

The rest was just a byproduct of that decision.

That spring afternoon when she went inside of herself, she knew that every new moon will bring her the old with the new so that she could narrate endless short stories for her own pleasure.

THE END at least for now 😉

14/06/2017

3)New moon

And the unknown introduced itself.

The coming week she started helping out as a freelancer in an event organized by one of her long time work acquaintance.

He had gotten in touch thru social network when she posted her picture with shorthair.

Although cutting it meant a new life, posting it broke a decade of silence and retreat.

Then doors began to open.

At times she thought she had wasted those years, perhaps she had made a mistake with her choices. She took unfamiliar, unusual roads but she was now where she should be.

The next months she got busy. Time was divided between days interacting with people, for work or leisure, and days to herself where she would reset and regroup.

She had met earlier a nice man who would be her companion for that time in her life.
He was everything she had resented in the past; long hair, musician, poet, blond, but a lover of nature and life. He even almost tried to walk the mountains with her, he was not into hiking himself, but that was a sweet try.
They both shared the same passion for any activity related to water and they could trigger each other’s minds which was the essential.
She didn’t care where it would go just that she enjoyed time spent in his presence. His absence was the time for her own presence, and that was a delight as well.
She knew that the big love she had been waiting for, the promise of tomorrow , the idea of postponed happiness that was fed by media, society and childhood stories, had no place in her life anymore.
The only reality was that of the moment. The illusion of tomorrow had drained her and this time she chose to seek the truth behind those stories, the truth that lies in the moment.
They made a fantastic bizarre couple, her short hair and his long hair which had nothing to do with gender definition, just a moment in time where they had decided to have such appearance.

She didn’t really mean to have short hair; she just didn’t want the old one. She would hold the blond dyed locks and think ‘this must go’. The humid tropical weather made the unhealthy hair look even more damaged, so on the new moon, she took it all off.
For him it was a teenage fantasy that he had been unable to fulfill and had finally found the courage to do so.

Life was good, and so was she, remembering how wonderful it was to feel the embrace of love in all areas of life.