leaves love the pavement

leaves love the pavement

leaves love the pavement by Tomas Karkalas 2009

Leaves love the pavement till now despite the wanderer’s threatening news.  While the life is going worse and worse (the government lower the pensions and leave the disabled to care for themselves), the light didnt vanished from sight till now. The artwork  clearly depicts the leaves that kiss the pavement.  While the picture needs no comments, the beholder search for the words to share with you his insights. That’s why I am writing now.  I want to warm my heart with the discovery of love I have seen on the pavement. Just have a look at the yellow leaf. What a valiant spot. The government announced that it will raise up the cost for electricity (totally everything except the wages)  since  January, yet the leaf  continue to color the pavement. This art example  inspires us not to give up too…   thus welcome to the awakened visions.

harvest time knocks on my heart


harvest time

harvest time

The Autumn arrived to my yard. The Harvest Time knocked on my heart, thus I opened my sketchbook.  What I found while over viewing my artworks is that only the love I received from others was worthy the sharing.  Only love deserves the publicity ….  Dear readers of my blog, the awareness of your invisible presence enabled me to wipe my eyes and to come into flower with THANK YOU for watching my pictures. Your comments enabled me to see better and to listen to a story of my yard more attentively.


let love blossom out

While browsing the web I was caught by this wonderful button. As I read the text, the hot wow! came out as if of itself. Harriet declared February the Blog Luv Month.
Cloudy sky threatens many today, yet Harriet shows a way out of current mess. Let’s spread the Blog Luv by leaving the positive comments on one other posts. That’s only way to heal ourselves from a fear to look at a mirror. All clouds will disappear as we welcome one other. The gratitude will make the sick the giants.
Thank you, dear Harriet. I was honored by your address. I hope all my readers too will find a key to peace by clicking on a link I am Harriet

Lithuanian food

Tomas Karkalas "Discovery of oneself on a table" Lithuania

The Portrait of the Silence by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania

This fruit didn’t grow in Lithuania but colonizes my table . It means, the shop that is located just across the street occupied my home. In other words, it became hard to talk about any “national dishes” today. Our kitchens became international, and the talking about specific features mark the ethnography but not what we are eating indeed. In spite of all the above, our tastes continue differ between. So while I drink coffee without sugar, other do that otherwise, yet does mean the above though anything? In other words, the epithet “national dish” says nothing in essence, because there is no such dish that could be valued alike by all people. I can talk about “Cepelinai”, but I haven’t the right to name them the symbol of Lithuanian kitchen, because not all Lithuanians eat them. In spite of that, there are some spices that are honored by all people the same way. It isn’t sugar or salt. It is our love. We cook either with love, or out of duty and consequently taste either something delicious, or just the nutrition. It’s no matter what will be cooked concretely, the taste will depend on the love. The love is inescapable gradient of every single dish. That is the universal truth. While talking about Lithuanian kitchen, I can observe just one “specific” – the canned goods are not popular here.
However, this statement should be used with some precaution. The spread of the quick food eateries didn’t leave Lithuania somewhere aside, but influenced our morality the same way as it has done everywhere else in the world. As you know the fairy tales awake everywhere in the world, but do that only at midnight. Did you questioned yourself, why it is so?

Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania 1955 - ?

1955-? digital painting 2008 by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania

We face lots of changes on every step of our walk, but joy to serve our guests with what we have the best at the moment remains the same, and I am proud to partake in this “habit”. Lithuanian are used to visit each other without any special need for that and to do that at any time of the year by bringing some gifts to the mistress of the house. I think that is symbolical too. Every single day that we knock at a door of other, we participate in the greatest feast that ever was held on the earth. That gives taste to all that we experience. So Lithuanian kitchen reveals what matters indeed – that’s love…our attitude towards the life and our neighbor.

anatomy of the love

Love reminds of a flower. This word directs us at the eternal beauty. The sound and vision cast glamour over us, and all people rejoice at their beloved – anybody worry over the details. That looks so natural, that ir becomes hard to perceive the existence of the cruelest wars because of the love. It’s hardly surprising that we question ourselves ” why does the sun leave a stage to the Moon?”

Love is like a flower. The intoxicating smell cast glamour over us and makes the question “how does the flower looki like in the concrete?” the seconddary matter. Therefore the roses look at marguerites and they both are withering up. The Forget-me-not ceases smiling too. The beauty of the wild flowers becomes the agricultural product – the history declares the hay time. Thus all people around eagerly look to the love today – passionately search the remnants of the humaneness. Wow, what’s that?

While reading the Bible, I have learned that the love may be
1) the love of self (the passion)
2) the brotherly love (the national feelings)
3) the agape (the divine love)

The love bears all the above mentioned and it enables everything to exist. As you see for yourself, we stand face to face with three quite different pictures of the love. It’s the obvious that the formless visions (the general words) depict nothing at all except for the mess. We take a try at hiding in the flowers, but are forced to admit that just the love is just nice word and therefore the beauty of our language is impotent to make any shield to us.
The love exists indeed, but she is the spirit and we must to confess our faith aloud. The love is what we accept or not. Thus our choice reveals either we enjoy the flowers of our own yard (bother about the security of our flesh ), or rest in the eternal peace of divine love that embrace us all likewise all over the world.

search key

While starting writing a blog costs nothing, the reward for the blogging is just the priceless.
I have discovered lots of wonderful people while browsing the web. It was the fabulous indeed exercise for the mental fitness. While writing to blog, I have felt the responsibility for my word and the mourning over my sad circumstances of life was exchanged such way into a passionate search for something positive.
Writing to the blog shifts us from complaining to the dreaming – from self to other, and we set back into awe towards the recognition of self in other. The former strangers become the fellows and thus the heavy clouds disappear while blogging.
The discovery of the grateful eyes of a passerby, who was welcomed by you, throws out the masks from the people.
Have a look. If we all were complaining for the threatening alienation between people in the modern world, it means we all were longing for the same spiritual warmth.
It means we all are not the strangers but the people who are longing for the same values.
What looks as the death of spirituality was just a failure to hear one other. The current mess is not the awful destiny but the mistake that has appeared because of the differences in our vocabularies.

What could be more joyful than such discovery?

I’m deeply convinced we could rejoice over the results of the blogging more quickly than currently we do, in case we would refuse the nicknames and sign our posts.
Just think. How do my words look like in case I would sign them as the tr4br6? Would you trust me then? It’s certainly not. The tr4br6 and the alike are fine names just to the spam-makers, who are the cowards.
Thus does it look not oddly that most bloggers fear the publicity of their names while daringly opening the hearts ?
My dear, we have recognized ourselves in the eyes of one other while throwing of the masks. Thus let’s come into a hug without the nicknames. The world will become more secure place to live in than our current mail systems overloaded with various spam and fear of deceit

The bloggin history awakens by reminding the omnipotence of the love we experience at welcoming other

musing on life

No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.
Matthew 6:24 (New Living Translation)

Mercy to the needy is a loan to God, and God pays back those loans in full.
Proverbs 19:17 (The Message)