My Notebook of Symbols

The times of Jules Verne… He’s sailing with him, across the ocean, across the seas, brave, conquering the lands… The last one, the least, probably… Ocean was always there… He did not yet think of the difference… Water, he thought… Tides, life, power… Tides, life… Power…

The same tides would then inspire him to think of life as… As waves… Repeating, but never the same… Unique waves… Unique cycles… Seems repeating – not the same again – no, not the same – different, alive!

What is life? It is change…

Ocean… There… Alive…

— No, that’s not the sea, – we’re going to the ocean! – his love said. And then they saw the ocean… Rio…

Another world… If they were to characterize that trip in two words, those two words could be of help – another world…

Far, faraway… There, in front of the hotel… Huge… Powerful… Ocean greeted them… Ocean is there… So close, you can swim, touch, feel… But it’s deep and there are things down there in the depths that we still do not know… No Nemo yet travelled that deep into them…

Oceans are like us, they say, our minds are there too, – simple, yet so much unknown… You can touch it, scan it, record and analyze things, but the game with subconsciousness is never straight-forward… We can hardly boast with any rules and our psychology and studies of mind are in deep crises…

Thought, energies, life, species, urges, instincts, actions, depths – you are talking of the ocean or the mind?.. Rhythm? Waves? Breath in. Breath out. Cycles… Yes, that’s life… Ocean… Where we all came from… It’s everywhere – it’s life.

His love was to open this to him – water, power. He no longer thought of the land and ground he stood as the only primal.

Water is life. Water is love.

Ocean rising. Life rising. Love. As is. Not a fairy tale, not the evil, nor wicked – just as is. Life. Embrace it: Ocean and Psyche… Life as is – full power…

There they were, another world. Strange language, not much common… Copacabana, Ipanema, Christ the Savior, Sugar Loaf… Huge… Green… And the Ocean… Everything so big, just like that Jumbo jet they flew, just like that journey… There they were – across the ocean…

Dosh? – Yes… Two of them. Forever.

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He woke up at 6am. The most unusual and unnatural thing for him. Yet, he set the alarm clocks, radios, light, phone alarms to repeat, to make sure he does wake up. It was planned to be yoga, meditation, exercises – he somehow woke up already tired of it – what seemed like a fresh initiative or rather a fresh hope to keep him together and be strong…

The gym he already hated… Month and a half and some disgusting people with disgusting comments and animalistic attitudes made him feel like vomit, the last time he was there. Insanity, the thought, – animals, – who smoked outside gym, chatted and laughed at others inside the gym, and pumped their bodies with chemical substances about which they couldn’t even have an argument as to what they were drinking.

Disappointed. In humans that made health and exercise a fashion, chemical, bulked up and unrealistic. Why stand there with them – why see them again. He thought – no…

And he found his yoga book… It was never lost. It was all the time next to him… Was it when he was 15 or 16 that he did it?… How much more different it seams now…

By 7 am he finally put the phone and news-reading away and go back to it. Haven’t done for 20-25 years… Yes, it was pathetic. He knew though – the only one to compare to – yourself. He’ll make it.

Yoga on the bed… That bed was not too bad for yoga after all. Not as hard as the floor, but hard enough to make him wake up with every turn at night.

And he though – the only thing what now he seeks to do is to try to write this book. To put his associations, thoughts, feelings, into paper. Chances of somebody reading it is really, very small, he knows. Even smaller are the chances for someone to understand it…

He hates phone now. He thinks how he can abandon using it at all. It’s out of reality, out of sanity, out of human relations, – it’s not what he wants anymore. Checking, checking, news, facebook, news, another news, – all so stupid. All so vulgar, artificial and pumped up – like those, so-called trainers at the gym…

Yes. He started to hate people. The people he always tried to somehow find best sides, the people he was shy of all his life… He met hundreds a mont – schools, trainings – and he played the most social animal of all with them. Only to see yet so many ugly sides of people – gym, street, tv, politics, news, – he hated them…

What kept him talking and liking and loving them at schools and trainings – perhaps the fact that they need him there, they appreciate him there… Nowhere else they do. He got tired of that label of a trainer/lecturer though…

Who is he?

A banker? No more.

A lover? No more.

A businessman? No more? No.

Who?

A writer? He wishes!

Somehow that association of river is not appealing to him. He thinks it’s because he couldn’t swim and he would never have a river or bath in one, or have any warm feelings… Perhaps… The river is not what he thought of, but he now realizes why he doesn’t like rivers.

— “One cannot bathe twice in the same river…” – cause it flows, like time, and it may seem same, but it is not… And we are not the same… We shouldn’t pretend it’s the same… At least not him…

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Tranquility. Peaceful. Yoga. Meditation. Still… We sing and dance and jump into the seas and oceans. We need the lake instead, sometimes. Or is it coming when the time comes? Should we have those rollercoasters, ups, downs, waves, noice and then go to the lake?

Lakes are still so that you can look into them and see yourself. As if they tell you to calm down, look at your reflection, take that grimace off your face… Look into the face, into the lake, inside you…

One, two, one two… Running shoes on the pathway… Misty… He sees the warmth of the air from his body evaporating, as if he is smoking. One, two, one two… He never thought he would jog in such a weather… Is it +2 or +4 maximum? Or is it freezing?… Maybe… One, two, one two… Breath… Keep it steady… One, two… Keeping the pace… All by himself… Jogging… His Nikes… One two… One, two… He is not cold, he feels he’s in control… He thinks where he is… One, two, one, two… Shoes he is looking at and looking ahead… All greed but already getting yellower… Fall… Late fall is it? So cold… Or perhaps it’s because it’ve very early in the morning… Or perhaps it’s the winter already… One, two, one, two, – jogging…

Around the lake… Swans, ducks, some early risers, so quite… So peaceful. It’s just hime, he thinks, around the lake… Or is it a pond?.. That’s a small one… It will be around, half circle and then along the Serpentine… And back… About 5 or 6 km it will be…

Jogging… Past Kensington Palace, Italian Gardens… Small crossing… Into Hyde Park… Round Pond… Then Serpentine… Jogging… Alone… London…

This is when he seems highest… Achieved… There… The Banker, jogging 6:30 am past Kensington Palace… Around the pond, around Hyde Park… Back to Notting Hill Gate, Pembridge Gardens… All good, all cool…

He. Lake. Mist. Shoes. One, two, one two…

He quit. He returned. Back home. Away from London.

Thank you Hyde Park. Thank you, Lake. Thank you, mornings… it’s you, perhaps, that showed me myself. He thinks… If he misses anything from London, that’s those mornings…

One, two, one, two… Swans in the lake…

Tranquility. Peaceful. Jogging around the lake. One, two, one, two…

Home is better, he decided. Was it for the lake and those mornings that helped him make up his mind?

Well… It was so peaceful… One, two, one, two… He… Jogging… His shoes… Around the lake… 6 to 7 am…

Home is better.

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Thinking about what associations he could have with eclipse – the phenomenon he was about to describe, he felt uncertain. Has he ever seen it? Not really… Hmm… He saw one eclipse, the only in his life, that was few months ago, oh wait, he’s got the specific date – 2 months, 18 days, 12 hours, 45 minutes… That’s from the smoking-cessation app counter. He quit that day. Why did he choose that day or why quit at all? Hard to say. It was just one day, end of July, him feeling too down and depressed and he thought, ok – how much more lower can it go – so he quit. Strange to realize that despite thinking he had nothing to remember about eclipses – there it was, in front of hum, the most recent one…

Of course it was not the solar eclipse when the sun was disappearing from the sight of some ancient locals, causing panic, chaos, fear and despair… The one he witnessed was a lunar eclipse.

So what, he thought… Why does that matter. He refused to signify the event or give it any meaning or power or make it a cause for something. Yet, yes, that specific period he actually started to feel his life resembling very much the eclipse phenomenon.

It’s from Greek – eklipsis – he learned – abandoning, failing, omission – this is what he felt now.

There he was, living, loving, smiling, crying, eating, playing, working and still he was not there – part of him was gone – he lost himself and he hoped now it was not a loss, it was just an eclipse… Perhaps, just like during those ancient times, the 8 minutes without the sun did seem so much for the people, there he was perhaps to endure some 8 months, he hoped when he could see the sun, himself, his love – all back – shining, smiling – big bright yellow sun back.

Until then, there was the darkness, – grey, silent, awkward, absolute cessation of everything – feeling nothing, but keeping the hope that it will be minutes only, weeks, months, and hopefully not years, when the cycle will turn to him again and he’ll be happy – rising again.

He saw that image of Kala Rauh, called Rahu in India – the Balinese demon. Perhaps the demon followed them all the way from Denpasar, or Ubud, or Amed, or perhaps, and that’s the most probable, he thought, the demon was angry, because they only went halfway on the stairs of the ascent to Lempuyang – he felt so much energy, so much joy when they were climbing up… Strangely, not many tourists, and then, they realized, it will get dark soon, and they remembered the warning sign to avoid the jungle in the dark, and there was the driver waiting down there to pick them up back to Amed. And his love was so tired – and they decided to turn back… And headed down the stairs… And perhaps another hour or so in descent… They never talked of that turning back as a defeat, but it certainly felt like that for him, – yes, that’s when Kala Rauh perhaps cursed them with the eclipse – and that’s when they made the mistake…

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— Wearing any gold? Touch it!..

Any clue? No, not at that time, but now he gets it. Then, those times, still a kid, what could he be wearing of gold?..

Nothing of course…

His grandma would touch it… She could touch her necklace… She saved them. She fed them, she brought money, food, and, what’s most important, love and happiness.

He realizes, after her death, he lost that most important thing – the fun, the strength, the humor, the joy… She was grandma, – everyone called her Mamida – as she was the sister of his Mum’s father… Yeah… So, for her mother, she was Mamida – but then she was Mamida for everyone – for him especially!..

— My favorite holidays? – New Years… Why?.. Because of Mamida – she made those days… He feels her now… He always felt her…

Mum would say also – to touch the gold… Mamida too. Now he understands that it’s all about the crescent growing – waxing – and so the promise of gold, growing, wealth increase… Or often, that’s mixed with just – wish… Make a wish… Look at the crescent…

His Mum is now against looking at it – she also believes not to look at full moon is an advice worth paying attention… Perhaps, Mum is right. We have too much of an energy coming from the moon even without staring at it.

So what about the crescent? What about Mamida?..

It all depends, if there are the initial pages of those associations and reminiscences, or are there the last?.. No one knows… Hope, these are just the beginning, – so much to remember, he thinks. He would touch his gold necklace and cross now, but he left it at his first apartment. He left it and it’s over a month he’s not been there. He’s with parents, at the second apartment – he’s on the couch, here, he hate’s to sleep on…

The power of wishes and thoughts are really huge and perhaps that’s why he can’t consider this place as home – he bought, planned and though of it as his office – workplace… Could stay, yes… But not home…

Now it’s home… He can’t accept… Just as his rational mind, or rather his rational side of mind – telling him not to believe in the crescent and touching the gold or making a wish… Because, first of all, how do you know if the moon is about to disappear or to grow?.. It’s identical and one needs to have tracked it to know for sure…

Crescent… New moon… Actually, the form of the moon he would imagine and dream, it was always the crescent…

Being born? Dying? Regardless, yet another manifestation of the cycle…

Somehow the crescent seemed more homey, he realized, then the full moon… Perhaps because there’s the shade from earth… Yes, homey, like Mamida, like New Year, like Family…

Warmer… Hello, moon!..

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One needs to explain that mechanism. Essentially it was a rectangular shape, a plastic box, with a bulb and the magnifier glass. Yes, sort of a projector. It could project to any relatively closer, smooth surface, of course. The communist-era children called it Diafilm. One was to put the film – which had slides and go ahead – turn, look, tell, turn again… He remembered that equipment from childhood. Even later, when grown up, they had the version of it. He then showed the stories to his younger sister…

There was that story about… The emperor and the nightingale… Or so he remembers now. Why that thing emerging now with the first reminiscences of the mood… He couldn’t really understand. The quality of those drawings were poor… He can’t even see any moon when remembering it now, but somehow that is stuck in his head as associated with the moon… Nightingale… Emperor… Moon… Night…

It’s that new apartment already where his parents have moved to live happily. Separate apartment. Cold rooms, he remembers. That Diafilm, the story where he remembers the slides with the nightingale, some trees, perhaps there was the moon behind the trees… The emperor?.. That moon is not warm…

He can’t remember the moon from the days spent in the village… Not a single occasion that he remembers seeing the moon there. Strange, as he does remember the stars, the nights…

The moon is also in that gecko game, with the play-system – whatever they called it… It was Panasonic, got from the neighbor, the friend – the one friend he would idealize and pray for and the one he thought was the only friend of that time. So many nights, writings, prayers, letters, feelings… Call it love or friendship or bromance, or mania, or desperation… Call it anything… The same person, many – some 20 years later – he would block on the phone, ignore, avoid, hate, be ashamed to have revealed to him so much… Regretting the truth, regretting the time spent, feeling hurt and wishing to delete and erase him, and the two others too he became friends with after him…

That is a different story, from the different time, from other person. That person was dreaming to have all his best and loved people next to him. He had his wish coming true. They were sitting around the coffee table at his apartment. He was speechless – he had his love, his best friends, – all of them – four guys around him… His wish came true… Some years later most are blocked, ignored… His love remains, but the feeling of being abandoned by him too is creeping and hurting every second… Love remains.

Strange times, strange time, strange to understand that it comes and goes, it is cycle, it changes – everything, everyone, his own wishes included. But that’s later. Back to the moon drawn in the video-game and playing Panasonic console… There it was. The moon… No, not warm.

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His grandma was in bed. She had cancer. He refused to accept the fact and never believed his Mum or uncle saying how bad the grandma was and that she is already not understanding them. They said she couldn’t even recognize them sometimes. They said she was dying. He would come to visit her. And he talked as usual. And he was full of confidence and he told her the story of how he bought his first apartment just recently… And she talked with him as usual, – a bit weak of course – but she was with him.

— The sunny side, you say, – she said.

— Yes.

— That’s nice.

The apartment he bought faced west. The sun would be there from early afternoon till night. He himself didn’t realize that yet. He bought it. All the renovations, decor, all was to be done yet. It was just concrete and the block was not finished yet.

Mum was shocked. She would then tell everyone how grandma’s mind came back as usual when she spoke with him. It was a miracle, she said. They talked about the sunny side being really nice. They talked about him and the work. The grandma was proud.

He now realized that the windows of grandma’s room, as well as the living room, also were on the same sunny side. He remembered being being there, mostly alone at house… Was it before school? Or was it in the first two years that he spent at that house. That house and the furniture, and the family – that really was home for him. And those sunny side windows and the balcony and the shades. Yes. That was his home… Not for long. Not from the beginning. Not all childhood – they used to live in another apartment too – at his Dad’s parents place… But those days he hates. He thinks of only that one place as his childhood home… And the episodes of reminiscences that make him warm to this day are linked to that house.

The big windows, the sunshades, the renovated and shiny interior. The space, the luxury, the TV, the telephone, the balcony and the kitchen… The bedrooms, the living room, the bookshelves…

The apartment is still there – his uncle lives there now. He rarely appears there. Since the death of grandma, the place is not what it was. It’s dark, cramped, all the different furniture. It’s not what it was. Now it’s just another old 80 or 100 square meter apartment in the suburbs of the city. It’s lost its soul for him.

The sun is still there though. And the same sun is now on the west side, the side where his apartment faces… The sun, he took for granted always… Yes, the same sun, now also on the south side of his bigger apartment; the second one that he bought later and moved with parents there… The sun, heat, summer…

For him the sun is the summer. No, it’s not true that he doesn’t value the sun. He always, always, always had the sun making him alive.

The sun in the village, when he was the kid, the sun making the water in the big iron container warm – to take a bath in.

The sun shining, him with a pot to collect mulberries from the bushes in the forest adjacent to their village house.

The sun in the living room of his grandma’s house.

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He has quit smoking. The app shows it is two months and five days. He now realizes all the bad breath he had before. Did anyone really mention? No one close and worth! He himself is urging loved ones around to quit now – bad breath is one argument only.

It’s deeper. He sees breath as life. He seeks it everywhere. His deepest fear is to discover anyone he loves breathless. Breath is life.

It is a subtle hint of everything cyclical in this life. Just like breath – in and out – up and down – here and there – happy and sad – all rotating. He remembers how Greeks explained seasons, with the goddess who had to spend half the time in underworld, her mother, the nature mourning her that period – half year; and then becoming happy again in spring. All cycles… Everything is going around. Breath in and breath out.

It’s the nights and when being next to them – his mother or father or loved one – he carefully listened to them breathing, checking that they are alive, breathing, calm, happy. It was so much calm to lie there next to them and feel happy – he is great, she is great, everyone I love is great… I’m happy . He was the happiest. Breath in. Breath out.

He remembers doing yoga on a rag there in the village. How old was he then? Twelve? Less, probably, much less… Twelve is when his grandpa died. He never really had memories of the place after that. So it was all before… Maybe nine or ten… He still has the book. Almost all teared apart and with his notes on which exercises to do, all the various routines… He wants to use the book now. He wants to relax and breath. He wants to learn again what it means to be relaxed and happy. He wants to breath. The key thing in the exercises of yoga, he knows, is breathing…

He will. He will breath. He promised and will keep the promise. Breath in. Breath out. The rhythm of life… The breath… Now they call it meditation, whatever… He knows this. He always knew that for over 30 years now. He will listen to life. Breath in. Breath out…

Let the cycle flow again. Let it pour in. Let the breath in. And then out. He’s searching. Searching for himself. He needs to.

Breath. In. Out.

The cycle. Again. Again. Again. We always wish to return home, aren’t we?

He seeks his home now – the peace of mind – breath in, breath out.

I choose life – he said. He breaths.

Soul, spirit, spiritus – latin for breath… Of course the soul is different, but breath is the sign on earth for us.

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It’s the smell of hens, touching the solid surface in the hay. The boy finds two of those. He is bent as he slowly retrieves eggs from the shed. Back he goes to the house. There are feathers on eggs. He polishes those. They are still warm he feels.

Someone told him to look at the eggs against the sun to see the life inside – is it in there – the life? He tries to spot it. Sees some darker dot. Perhaps it is. He does not feel sorry or happy or anything. The eggs will be added to the ones in the cellar. There they can be stored for months even, he knows. But he will be serves omelette in few hours or maybe tomorrow morning of those eggs. Still warm – he puts them on the top of the bowl with other eggs – probably about 40-50 of those…

The grandparents would give those to the sons – 20 to each or depends who’s gonna come when. The eggs from the village – fresh, warm, He remembers the omelette – yellow and milky.

He’s out of the cellar – needs to push hard to close the door. Out, in the yard he is again. Tomorrow they’ll lay more eggs and he’ll take more. Again and again – all summer.

They bring him to he village – his parents. He doesn’t like staying there alone with grandparents only. He doesn’t like the concrete front of the house. He is not into any of that village-lives. He likes when parents are there… And he also loves his grandfather telling th stories of mythical Narths… Even many years after that, he remembers Uruzmag and Soslan… Whoever else was there… He remembers reading those and he remembers his grandpa telling the stories from there too…

He likes being at home back in the capital at the other grandparents’ house – mother’s side. He likes there, he loves there… He doesn’t remember anything related to eggs there… He just knows that’s where he always wanted to return. He called it home for many years… He realized it was not his… They moved. Yes. Spacious. Yes. Modern. Yes. With Parents… Yes… Great… No, he didn’t like that place… Not until he renovated and redesigned many years after…

Oh the eggs… He remembers palettes of 20 eggs – 2 of such palettes. Those eggs were different. Mum would hold those and bring those – she did some amazing biscuits, cream, torts – she learned and did at home…

Oh one more egg – piggy eggs – he remembers those done in culinary studio where Mum would take the boy and there he was – not the school age yet – he saw the eggs used to make piggies with peppers as eyes and carrot piece as a nose…

Those were different eggs. The same and different… Many ears after that the eggs did look the same… Carrefour now had those packed nicely,,, He preferred toned – colored ones – those were associated with village.. Up there with his father’s parents and also to his grand grandma – there too he remembers sticking hand into the nest to find an egg – round, warm, with some feathers maybe… Take those carefully and bring home… Another village… This time with the grand grandma.

She sat on the concrete wall of the water sink in the yard… She said, he knows and remembers, – grand grandma happy to have him and she mentions with irony that now she wished for being able to live till he has children… Oh human nature, – she says…

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