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A promise — Siječanj 18, 2019

A promise

Photo by Zoran Prižmić

Two days ago I found out thehummingbirdpost.com blog holds a contest for emerging writers. Well, I can not resist an opportunity to write. Even the deadline was short I made it. I wrote a short story. I enjoyed it, I practiced, and I kept my promise.

If you are reading the post, I hope it will inspire you to keep your promise. Keeping promises which enlight us keep us alive and running. Hope you will enjoy the story too.

A promise

It was a hot day. Too hot for him. Winter was his favorite season. He loved cold. He enjoyed temperatures under ten degrees, land covered in white and his boots squicking. Fresh air would help him clear his thoughts. They were spinning, and he felt a bit dizzy. It was a big day. He had an appointment with a doctor.

Four years ago he had brain surgery. It was a tumor, and the doctor wasn’t optimistic. He did not say it aloud, could not look him into eyes. While in a hospital he did not like sadness and powerlessness present around. Though, he felt optimistic living home. He made a promise.

Before illness he was shy. He would not dare talk to strangers, especially beautiful ladies, but he decided to overcome his fears. Each day he would go out for a long stroll, and he would greet every person along the way. As he got courageous, he started to talk to strangers, and he kept his promise every day for the past four years.

The doctor told him he still got a tumor, but his blood tests were normal. He proposed another set of tests, but he refused. On his way home he met a beautiful lady. She greeted him with a smile and hugged him.

„Stjepan, you were right. It all turned out well. My project is accepted, and it will be founded. Thank you. Thank you.“ They talked for a quarter an hour.

When he got home and changed his clothes, he felt great. It was a good sign.

 

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

 

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Birthday present — Siječanj 3, 2019

Birthday present

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I was dancing around the kitchen table in excitement. I did not have the patience to finish a slice of bread and a glass of milk, but the grandmother was determined.

„My child, she told me, „breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you skip it, you will not have enough strength during the day. Sit and finish the meal.“

„But grandmum.“

„No grandmum, I am not charmed with your big watery eyes.“

„It is my birthday, can I be excused?“

„No.“

Grandmum was tough, and I knew she would not yield. When we finished cleaning up the table she asked me to bring her some flowers from the garden.

As I opened the front door, a big parcel stood on the ground. It was wrapped in a white paper and tied with the yellow ribbon. I ripped the paper hoping my wish has come true. There was my red bicycle with a trumpet as a bell. I squeeze it several times, and I yelled:

„ Grandmum, come, come, see what I got as a birthday present!“

Grandmum was standing at the door smiling. Till the end of the day, I had a plaster on my knee, but I did not complain. I knew the summer holidays would be the best with my new bicycle.

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

 

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Mjesta prošla – sadašnja – buduća – Izgubljena vještina čuvanja tajni — Siječanj 2, 2019

Mjesta prošla – sadašnja – buduća – Izgubljena vještina čuvanja tajni

U prosincu mi je pod ruke došao roman Izgubljena vještina čuvanja tajni britanske spisateljice Eve Rice. S lakoćom gledanja kroz zimski prozor okićen šarama brzo sam, iz topline doma, utonula u radnju romana smještenu u Londonu pedesetih godina 20-og stoljeća.

Čitajući o zgodama junakinje Penelope Wallace našla sam se na mjestima prošlim. Vratila sam se u moje rane dvadesete i rane devedesete godine prošlog stoljeća. Uhvatila sam se kako ponovno hodam pločnicima Sohoa, Coven Gardena, Oxford streeta, Camden Towna, Angela. Sjetila sam se dogovora pokraj stanica podzemne i dugih stepeništa iz kojih bih, po završetku putovanja s jugo-zapada Londona, izronila na svjetlo i u samo srce grada koji uvijek vrvi ljudima, glasovima, i u kojem se sve činilo mogućim i nemogućim. Možda se to činilo meni zbog lakoće kojom su Britanci izgovarali neizgovorljive riječi, ili njihove potrebe da u svakoj prilici izlože tijelo zrakama sunca.

 

Volite li London, volite li povijest jednog vremena, volite li čaroliju priče koja će vas lako prenijeti na drugo mjesto i vaš čaj učiniti još slađim, poklonite si vrijeme s Evom Rice i pričom o Izgubljenoj vještini čuvanja tajni.

O tajnama i mjestima budućim nekom drugom prigodom.

P.S. Poželite li, podijelite sjećanja na mjesta sadašnja, prošla ili buduća.

Sretna vam Nova godina! — Siječanj 1, 2019

Sretna vam Nova godina!

Razglednice

Zadnjih dana prosinca 2018. godine susrela sam se s prvim koracima jednog dječaka i sa zadnjim koracima jedne odrasle osobe. Davno nisam bila u blizini novorođenčeta i bilo mi je dovoljno tek nekoliko trenutaka u njegovom prisustvu da ga poželim gledati satima očekujući trenutka kad će se protegnuti, promijeniti položaj ruke ili zaplakati pokazujući potrebu za hranom ili pažnjom. Zadnjeg dana godine bila sam na ispraćaju koji me podsjetio na vrlo bolan ispraćaj mog oca, na nedavni odlazak tete, očeve sestre i na nas žive koji smo još tu.

I danas, prvi kalendarski dan nove godine, razmišljam o odlascima i o dolascima, o tome kako nam život traje kao novogodišnja prskalica. Bez obzira koliko godina prođe oni koje volimo odu prerano, željeli bismo imati još jedan dan ili godinu, a ipak, svakom od nas dođe njegov trenutak.

Razmišljala sam kako bi me teta danas nazvala. Nismo se uvijek slagale i nismo redovito komunicirale ali sam joj, kad god bih negdje otputovala, slala razglednice znajući da će ju to veseliti i stvarno ju je veselilo. Na njenom primjeru znam da s vremenom izgubimo na svježini, recimo to tako, ali naš duh ne gubi na svježini sve do trenutka kad se Duša sprema napustiti tijelo i kad se naše svjetlo lagano gasi.

Ostaje nam da uživamo u sadašnjem trenutku kakav god da on je da ga ne uzmemo zdravo za gotovo i da ga ne odgađamo za kasnije, za sutra, jer jedino što postoji je ovo danas.

Danas obucite najljepši osmijeh, ogrnite se suosjećanjem i znatiželjom. Tražite od sebe da budete svoja najbolja fotografija i to budite.

Sretna vam Nova godina!

Nestrpljiva dokoljenka — Prosinac 19, 2018

Nestrpljiva dokoljenka

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Yanite Koppens – Pexels.com – bow-boxes – christmas

 

Bijela dokoljenka ležala je na prozorskoj dasci. Bilo joj je dosadno i hladno. Oko nje tišina, ni mačak se nije čuo iz košare. Imala je zadatak. Trebala je sačekati svetog Nikolu. Činilo joj se da čeka satima. On nikako da se pojavi, a ona je bila vrlo nestrpljiva dokoljenka. „Ne pojavi li se ubrzo moglo bi svanuti“, mislila je. Da razbije dosadu i ukočenost počela je pjevati i plesati. „Trala la la la, ja sam bijela dokoljenka, grijem, čuvam nožice male, trala la la la. Trčim, skačem, u pokretu najsretnija sam, trala la la la.“ Onda je nastala vika, više šuštanje:

„Prestani, prestani, sve ćeš mi uništiti!“

„Oprosti, tko viče?“

„Kućni pauk, tko drugi? Ja ne vičem, ti glasno pjevaš i nespretno plešeš da si mi skoro mrežu potrgala i otpuhala.“

„Kućni pauk?! začudila se dokoljenka. Bila sam uvjerena da u ovoj kući nema pauka.“

„Gdje bi drugdje kućni pauk trebao stanovati?“

„Recimo na trešnji ili jabuci, ispod strehe ili ulične rasvjete.“

„Sve si pomiješala. Osim toga, što ti radiš na prozoru? Nije li tebi mjesto u ladici?

„Večeras čekam Sv. Nikolu.“

„Pa što ne reče da sveti Nikola dolazi večeras. Nisam se uopće spremio. Hvala, hvala. Žurim. Treba izglancati svih osam čizmica.“

Dokoljenka je ponovno ostala sama. Bilo joj je dosadno i hladno. Smotala se u loptu i skočila na pod.

„Uh, što ću sad? Sivoslave gdje si, nikad te nama kad te trebam?“ Pokušala se zakotrljati ali nije išlo. Tad je čula mijauk i osjetila kako se šape počinju s njom igrati. Bilo je to veselje. Skakutala je gore-dolje, tamo-amo, i puno se smijala. Sivoslav je mijaukao. Odjednom je nastala tišina. Dvije tople ruke su je razmotale. Potom je osjetila kako umeću naranču i čokoladu. Spustile su je na prozorsku dasku i pomilovale. Mek glas je zašaputao:„Da si bila strpljivija vidjela bi kako izgledam. Ipak, igra je veselija od čekanja. Vidimo se sljedeće godine.“

Praporci su zazvečali. Na prozoru su zapucketale ledene šare. Dokoljenka se umirila, zaspala i snivala o toplom kakau, s puno šlaga, za doručak.

P.S. Sveti Nikola je isporučio cijelu kutija kaka za dokoljenku.

17. prosinac 2018.

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

Inspiracija – Znamen — Prosinac 16, 2018

Inspiracija – Znamen

Eduard Dimac_Zagreb nocu
2018 Eduard Dimač – Zagreb noću

 

Inspiracija – Znamen

kad ju ne očekuješ

iskoči iz žbuna

traži da ju nađeš

kad staneš

otima papir i olovku

rasipa tintu

vuče te za kosu

sapliće se o koljena

čuješ je kako se ceri iz kristalne čaše

klizi niz grlo

nadražuje crijeva

škripi u plućima

tvoj trbuh joj je trampolin

smije se, plače

ponekad i s crkvenog tornja u ponor skače

može biti tužna pa i ružna

prgava i brza

oštra kao sablja što ostavlja znamen

pazi, na obrazima i po tijelu kad ju traže

kažu nečastiva posla.

© Mary Mrvoš 2018

Objavljeno u zborniku 6. Gornjogradskog književnog festivala na temu: Vještice i metafore.

Link: radiogornjigrad.wordpress.com

 

From a phone call to a presentation — Prosinac 15, 2018

From a phone call to a presentation

A summary of the program I conducted from May till December in cooperation with the not for profit organization Center for Civil Initiatives (CCI).

Workshop atmosphere

Ten months ago I got a phone call from Center for civil initiative if I would participate in the project „Hands full of work.“ The project aimed to contribute to the well being of elderly people offering them workshops where they can improve knowledge about usage of technology (mobile phones and PCs), improve brain health and use literature as a tool for learning, playing and creating something new.

I accepted, and become a leader of the programme “About storytelling and poetry writing.“ During six months, I had to lead 20 workshops with five different groups, four workshops per a group. The first workshop was in May; the last one finished a week ago.

The first challenge was to design a program. I decided to combine storytelling and reading of prose and poetry with games. It was not an easy task, but with each new experience, I got better. Listening to the comments of the participants I was able to provide the content which inspires and motivates.

The second challenge was my ability to be flexible and open to new experiences when I got to work with a group of people who use a service of Alzheimer’s department within nursing homes. Being patient, calm and creative was important. It was worthed seeing how people react to voice, words, poetry, music, singing, etc.

The third challenge was to choose the prose fragments for reading, and I struggled with it the most. I was constantly checking choices and authors and changing them. I finally realized for the group of people over eighty years I have to choose funny but inspiring fragments.

When the programme was at its end, I got another challenge to make a presentation for a conference. Up till that moment, I made a few presentations. At first, it seemed the biggest challenge of all, but in the end, I made it quite successfully.

The outcome of the programme is:

  • 57 participants
  • willingness to participate in all games (pantomime, group poem writing, playing a social game Ludo and telling stories inspired by the Arabian nights)
  • creation of 12 poems
  • the first public reading of the story Magpie
  • sharing of a diary of a grandmother
  • public reading of a legend about Medvedgrad
  • public reading of participant’s poetry
  • presentation at the conference
  • people love reading, hearing and writing POETRY

I am proud I finished the project successfully and enriched myself with new encounters. I am proud I was courageous to dive into unknown and to let myself learn new things about myself and my surrounding. I hope there will be new projects in the future .

Center for civil initiatives is not for profit organization with 20 years of experience in community organizing and educating stakeholders. Their headquarter is in Zagreb, but they provide service in different Croatian counties.

Zagreb, 12 December 2018, Final conference – Examples of good practice