Sep 22

Today was one of those leisure days when you walk around the city streets with acute awareness of the beauty around you; with seasons changing and the first autumn leaves wondering whether it’s time to start falling. It was one of those days when the sun shines right into your eyes- not enough so you have to put on knitwear but way enough to warm up your soul.  That kind of autumn sun that makes you anxious about the upcoming cozy nights in. So I decided to go to my parents’ place and pick up the guitar of my mom’s childhood. Last week I found a friend who’s willing to teach me the basics. So excited I went to collect it.

Rummaging for the musical instrument I also found an old yellow hula hoop- gathering dust in what used to be my room. The old guitar doesn’t have a bag so I had to walk the streets with it and the hula hoop both hung on my shoulder. I needed to buy something so went to a nearby corner shop. While I was on the alley choosing detergents totally out of nowhere a middle aged woman just ran up to me and started staring at my guitar. Her entire being was glued to my old instrument. Without even looking me in the eye she asks from which musical school I am and without hearing my answer takes the guitar off my shoulder and starts playing…

Several minutes of me floating in timeless space passed away. I was stunned. Nailed to the particular moment and place- right in the middle of the detergent isle. With a lady playing my never to be played guitar unless a special occasion (will talk about that more later). What she sang while playing was a popular Bulgarian love song. And when she started singing she looked up at me and held her gaze. Four eyes locked together. Can I even try to explain how I felt? Of course not! I can put words together but never be able to bring you to the stillness and vividness of the moment. So when she ended I couldn’t say a thing. Didn’t know how to bring myself to interact again. She made it easy for me. Concluded with some small talk on the strings, thanked me, and went away.

Walking up the street I couldn’t stop thinking how rare such moments are. How limited our every day communication with people is. How I am thinking how special a moment that was when I shouldn’t. Because it shouldn’t be special. It should be something we tipically do. Like a way of saying hi! Communicating but with no words. Staying in front of a person, completely aware of him/her without shedding a single word.

…Simply knowing. Aware. Present. Open…

Why have we become so detached from each other?  Why has the strive for individual achievements has made us so self-centered on our own development we deprive not only others but ourselves from that bigger something?

I never stopped thinking I want all that for the world. I need all that. I don’t want such spontaneity to be so rare we write about it in books, blogs, and movies. This is how people should communicate. With openness and joy. And sharing their love for what touches their soul. No social pretense, no being locked into an isolated frame of mind. I cling with hope to the following quote. Hope for there are other people in the world feeling the same way as I do:

“-We are born alone, we die alone and while we are here we are completely sealed in our own bodies. It freaks me out to think about it. We can only experience the outside world through our own slant of perception of it. Who knowed what you are really like. I just see what I think you are like.”

“-I am exactly what I appear to be. If you look closely”

“-You know the only thing that has made the whole thing worth while has been those few times that I have been able to really, truly connect with another human being”. A Single Man

Thank you lady!

Aug 31

I’ve been told this is one of the most famous TED talks. So most of you have already seen it. But what hits me is that if most of you like it this means it touches you in a way. You connect to it. Or it connects to a part of you which has already experienced what she’s saying. Which eventually means- so many people are in fact creative! They have just not mastered the appropriate means of expression.

It is indeed phenomenal how she structures her words. How she plays with them. Like she has disected and learned the potential of this tool called “English language”. So she builds like an arcitect with it. By learning what you can do with a tool  you can really start to play with it. For example, putting in ridicule to portray and sketch a concept of divinity.

Sometimes I feel truly powerless. I try to explain something but words are either so elusive or never potent enough to portray what’s in my head. So I use tons of words. I layer and layer and layer so eventually and very hypothetically  through the conglomerate of the piles of words used one could get a clumsy representation of my initial thought. Other times I just go down the lazy road and make up words on my own. Especially in Bulgarian.

But the real hard work, for which I admire  people like her is the effort to successfully put down a concept in mainstream language. To have the grandeur of inspiration but then make that effort to bring the concept down so we, with our limited senses and perceptions can communicate.  Such people are  not just a pipeline. They are hard workers. They don’t just see themselves like those pretentious bohemian minds who think they shoudln’t bother trying to put across their igeniousness to the “ungifted”. Because it takes courage and hard work to lay your message. Because people matter. And communication is essential!

And I firmly believe it is a struggle to learn to channel the energy coming from the brilliance of inspiration. To settle it through the limited means of language and touch other people. Hard work indeed! That’s why I like people who always have little pieces of paper around them; tiny booklettes in their pocket, a tape recorer in the handbag, or the appropriate application on their phone. It shows their desire to grasp- with the tools developed in our physical world – notions coming from that mystical idea place where the limits of language, sight, smell…do not exist. So, what I am eventually trying to conclude is: master the  physical tool so you can give birth to your ideas.  Be it language, drawing, crafts, music…For most of us get inspired soo easily and of the tiniest things. Which means so many people are artists. Some just don’t know it yet!

Jul 26

It means to start Anew. From the beginning. This is what everyone tries to do right after New Years. Making resolutions. This is what I did in January 2010. I made great plans. Long list. I was smart though. I made two categories: one with achievable goals and one with long term goals on which I want to start working during 2010. Why am I writing about New Year Resolutions in mid July? Because, I recently found that awesome list. And I started laughing how ambitious I was in trying to control my life.

Well, you see for the past half a year my life has been everything but that list. It has been so much more. Because I made it so.  Because I have learned to feel free. And this newfound freedom expresses itself in my daily choices. I feel free to call whoever I want to call not caring about being misunderstood again. I feel free to make plans with people I’ve just met. I feel free to start dancing lessons (for which I will devote a lot in an upcoming post I have been trying to write for the past month or so). I feel super free to drive my ridiculous vintage bicycle with a friend who laughed at me for four hours. I feel free to eat just vegetables, although everyone nags me for my proteins. I feel free to go away. I feel free to stay.

And I feel free to go in the sea on a powerboat. And drive it! Me- the motion sickness, no muscles girl driving a powerboat. And feeling super good. Mindblowingly amazingly gooooood!

So, my dear Vanya. None of this was in your New Year Resolutions, right? We can sketch as much life plans as we want. Practice those amazing planning skills. Feel good about checking the “achievements” out. But the best things in life come unexpected. You just need to be ready and open to seize them. And fully enjoy. Brrrrrrrmmmm…

Jul 07

Ohhhhh time…. Time has always been such a tricky concept for us to grasp. Even Einstein’s and Newton’s profound interpretations of time and space did not make us apply their relativity to our everyday perceptions. Of people. And the world.

In her book “The Fountainhead” Ayn Rand makes it very clear. Usually people say time goes by so quickly when it’s good and so slowly when nothing happens. Actually, it’s all the other way around. When your “now” is meaningful and full of emotions time stops. Moments feel like eternity. In retrospect, a week passed could feel like a year. Whereas, if nothing of substance happens- times twist and bridge. There’s nothing to fill in between “nothing” and “nothing”. So two years ago could seem like yesterday. And your whole life could fit in a blink of an eye.

So when that someone you were waiting for comes back it’s like he had never left. Times bridge!

Jun 25

If only we could all take people as they come. Not just viruses.

Jun 22

I spent my entire weekend at the airport. Three days in total on a field at Terminal 2 of Sofia airport. Airplanes flying off above my head. And landing. At sunset. This was Park Live Festival. On Friday it was pouring. But we were there. Dancing in the field. Jumping joy! Listening to Groove Armada (Paper Romance, My friend). Everyone on his own. But still together.

On Saturday it was pouring again and we were soaking wet. So we decided to tailor make a tent out of a bright red raincoat. So we sat on the wet super muddy ground and spent our next hours under that raincoat. Four of us. Under a raincoat tent. Laughing our assess off. When the rain stopped we crawled out of our little world. To find out Gotan Project was playing. And people were dancing tango. In the mud! There were couples everywhere. Just dancing. Muddy tango. Real tango. Can’t stop looking at it tango. Unstaged. Mesmerizing. It made me think about love. And how it feels to be in love. How strong and overpowering this goddamn feeling is. How it cannot compare to any other experience or emotion. No fun stuff. No personal achievement. Nothing can compare! Because you feel it on your skin. In your brain. Everywhere throughout your body. So deep and collective of you. I wish everyone was in love. So they discover who they really are. Let go of all boundaries, preconceptions and control. That’s when you meet with your true self. When you see who you really are, how you feel and act. What you put across, how much you give in. How you care! And how you grow when it ends. But the warmth of it while it lasted keeps you going. And reminiscing about it. But in a good way. Most of the times!:)

Sunday it didn’t rain. We were all cleansed enough to enjoy dry land and Morcheeba singing: “Rome wasn’t built in a day”. Hey, hey, hey! We walked home. From Terminal 2 to central Sofia. Through bridges and highways. We kept on walking! As you do in life.

Air- All I Need

Jun 18

Ideas usually come up to me when I travel. When I am going somewhere. When I am moving. On the road, in the air…when it feels like breathing. But the thing about ideas is they have a mind of their own. They come unplanned, and move at their own pace. It does not matter whether you are busy thinking or planning something else. There are those times that you wait and wait and wait and naaaaada. And then boom…when you least expect it!

Like people. Tons of ideas. Billions of people. But it is a few of them that last. A few that linger in the air long enough to be reached, grasped fully, and appreciated enough to be brought into reality. A few that spark you, obsess you, and just blow your mind. A few that mark you for life, move you, and change you so much you no longer perceive the world as before. This is what I want for me. I want to be changed through my relationships to people. So I decided to make a little tribute to those who have inspired me. The thing is my work and the projects that I do allow me to meet new people every single day. And some of them are so interesting, innovative and truly inspirational. So my new idea is to photograph and interview those people so I can share them with you. They will not just be the people I love but random and inspirational from all walks of life. People who are really alive, who touch your soul, who love, dream, accomplish, and pursue their version of happiness. People with diverse life philosophies and interesting stories to tell. People who move others. People you could meet.

I am sure you remember those times when you meet someone for the first time. You are talking to each other and the rest of the world seizes to exist. You are so into the conversation you think you’ve known the other person forever. You feel him. You really feel what he’s saying. And who he really is. I have chosen to live my life with passion. Live it all up. And it is the people I meet that make me passionate about life. So stay tuned!

from www.musicphilosophy.co.uk

Jun 06

The Perfect Human just struck me. It made me walk in silence for quite some time, even though I was with other people. Contemplating. I love when people play with multiple layers of meaning. And this one had tons. I find immense beauty and intellect in it. The Perfect human is a short film by Jørgen Leth. Sofia Design week presented works of students from the Gerrit Rietveld Academie in Amsterdam. Their task was to create a poster for the film obeying certain rules. The rules were given by the teacher and consisted of 5 specific obstructions. The obstructions differed for each student. I went deep into students’ feedback on the project. It was fascinating to see how their perceptions varied.  Some hated the project, thought it was stupid and a complete waste of time. Others found deeper meaning and really played with it.

This made me think of how we all deal with life and obstructions. We think we are never as pretty, rich, smart, creative, energetic, brave, etc as others. Our environment and society are not always as positive and nurturing. Some perceive these as real impediments to lead their dream life and use them as excuses to not fulfill their full personal potential. They usually use the “Only, if…” beginning of a sentence. Others, perceive obstructions as challenges. As their personal battles. They don’t seek them but think that obstacles and hardships make them change for the better. Grow stronger. And there are those that actually seek obstructions. They find complete freedom overwhelming. Feel lost in it and find it simpler to progress in a regulated environment. When with limited choice they are able to pick a direction.

So these were some of my contemplations provoked by the project. You go take a look at the film and then at the project. You’ll definitely think of something different than me. Something that relates to you and your life. That’s the beauty of people. Their imperfections cause differences which make the world so vivid and fascinating. That’s why I love my relationships to people and spending time with them. They are my source of the other layers. The ones I need to fill in my multilayered appreciation.

The Perfect Human- Jørgen Leth

Jun 01

God, sometimes I am filled with sooo much self- doubt my head will explode. I feel restless, insecure, not knowing who am I supposed to be, where am I supposed to live, and what am I supposed to do. I become one big ball of intertangled emotions and confused thoughts. The thing is- I really miss living in two different countries. I feel restrained by living in just one.  And this resonates in me, causing great confusion. I’m unsure of what to do with my life, and what scares me the most is the fear I might never find out the answer. I just talked to someone very important to me and he said: “Well, do the small everyday things you enjoy. You cannot just expect to sit there contemplating and find out the purpose of your life. Do the things you like and answers will eventually come along” (Thank you by the way. If I decide to jump off a cliff without a security rope, you’ll definately be on my “to call” list:).

But sometimes I don’t even know what I like. Confused, really confused. The dualism of this world  is  just incredible. You get freedom and you feel lost and lonely. You get security and you feel restrained. Where is the truth? Here is an interesting article on my generation. Perhaps I should really head off for living 7 years in Tibet. I’ll find myself a monastery and just swipe off floors with a hand made broom. Learn to appreciate things like a grain of rice per day and the sound of a fly!

The why worry generation

May 28

Yesterday, we had a great group discussion about how to go about our new “Tuk-Tam” project. It will focus on professional orientation and motivation for kids in Bulgarian high schools. Brainstorming was awesome. I always find it invigorating to meet people who actually want to do stuff and not just do the big talk. We liked the following approach on group decision making. Thanx, Peter:)

“We don’t strive for consensus these days. We allow for a passionate minority to outweight a blah majority. So couple of people that really want to do a deal can outvote 5 that don’t. We try to invest in things that most people think are crazy ideas. No good idea that changes the world is usually regarded as one at it’s outset. In retrospect we all change our stories. Things that in retrospect made sense, but at the time no one predicted it. So if everyone thinks your idea is good, it’s probably not a big idea. If most people think the idea is bad-that’s great, as long as you find that somebody who thinks it’s a good idea. So if you find that 1-10 ratio, with one person in ten who likes your idea that’s perfect, as long as you respect that one person and he is not just the village idiot.” Steve Jurvetson, partner at Draper Fisher Jurvetson.

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