Monthly Archives: May 2014

on Giving (by K. Gibran)


Then said a rich man, “Speak to us of Giving.”

And he answered: You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them to morrow? And to-morrow, what shall to-morrow bring to the ovcr-prudent dog burying bones in the track less sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city? And what is fear of need but need itself? Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable? There are those who give little of the much which they have-and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome. And there are those who have little and give it all. These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles Upon the earth. It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving. And is there aught you would withhold? All you have shall some day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors’.

You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving? And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

And you receivers-and you are all receivers- assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings; For to be overmindful of your debt is to doubt his generosity who has the free-hearted earth for mother, and God for father.
 of me


There are things about me I am yet to explore and follow; things that inexplicably but strongly attract me and intrigue me…

First and most -I am my Bulgaria, we- her children- all are, her blood and history runs through all of us, but many of us in & out of her borders are lost ..we are her mountains, her soil, her rivers, her fields of corn, her fields of sunflowers.. I miss the mountains the most, at times I crave them..I miss their energy and mysticism ..

I have also felt very close to India, I have a traditional Indian dress and danced at the traditional Diwali celebration surprising myself and everyone with how easy, natural and familiar that felt, I danced as I have danced the Diwali dance countless times before…

Another place I also feel attracted & close to is Tibet & it’s culture, religion, I have an Arab prophet’s wisdom tattooed in Sanskrit on my arm… coincidence you might say..but there is no such thing in life..

On my mental Bucket list first are The Seven Rila Lakes, Rupite and Sv. Petka Church, Tibet.. It augments with time but hope I am given enough of it to fulfil this list one day..



..Bulgaria…she runs through my veins, she is in me..

There is certain mysticism in her

very deep and overwhelming

Felt by many of us when growing up

& difficult to explain to foreign souls

…when i miss her most I can’t help but dive into my memories ..

..walking through the valley on our long walks to the grape vines of uncle in the summer heat hearing nothing but the strong zooming of the summer cicada (житарка) ..memory of piece and simplicity which I cherish deeply

…walking through green paths of National Park Kailuka,.. or the park on the hills of Pleven’s Panorama…

..walking through the mountains following a small narrow, at time non-existent path, surrounded by tall long trees through which only the most tenacious sunrays would reach the green wood floor,.. accompanied by a clear marry river following gently the stones and curves of nature quietly singing a joyful water tune…

Absorbing every molecule of the ambiance of the Bulgarian nature, it is healing, it is exhilarating, and it is humbling

Jumping from stone to stone on the majestic Vitosha’s Stone river

Sitting on the top of a green hill on Vitosha Mountain, overlooking the city of Sofia on a wind still sunny day surrounded by friends sharing fire, food and laughter.. I miss that tremendously

Entering an orthodox church ..always an experience…breathing in the frankincense.. lighting a candle praying for your loved ones and expressing gratitude.. sitting down contemplating the hand-painted icons.. the quietness ..the inner peace… I cry often in churches, when I sit down, empty my mind and soak in the thick church air.. something comes over me..and Icry, cry for everybody that has ever entered there, everybody that has entered this space for comfort and hope… kind of weird I know..