What do you do to live your life big?

When you struggle to find the right words...

for your thoughts you want to express, you know that your world is shrinking.
for your thoughts you want to express, you know that your world is shrinking.
You try to write your thoughts down to revive your ties to the past.
You try to write your thoughts down to revive your ties to the past.
I have discovered a handwritten letter from 1850 in the historical museum in a small European country I was born.
I have discovered a handwritten letter from 1850 in the historical museum in a small European country I was born.
It makes me think about being human in another time - reading by candle light, a life lived without being able to read at all.
It makes me think about being human in another time - reading by candle light, a life lived without being able to read at all.
Nightfall that brings on absolute darkness. The only heat available is from fire.
Nightfall that brings on absolute darkness. The only heat available is from fire.
When people get sick, they might die, when women give birth neither the child, nor mother may survive.
When people get sick, they might die, when women give birth neither the child, nor mother may survive.
Most people live and die in the exact place they are born.
Most people live and die in the exact place they are born.
Journeys take months and years, if you leave you may never see those poeple who matter to you most.
Journeys take months and years, if you leave you may never see those poeple who matter to you most.
You may not hear any news of them for months, there are no pictures of anyone, only thing you can do is write...
You may not hear any news of them for months, there are no pictures of anyone, only thing you can do is write...
Looking at ink on yellowing paper in my hand I think about the time when people use tools but no machines...
Looking at ink on yellowing paper in my hand I think about the time when people use tools but no machines...
when seasons matter and animals are essential.
when seasons matter and animals are essential.
Childhood is brief and there is no adolescence.
Childhood is brief and there is no adolescence.
There is no vote and you have no say in anything.
There is no vote and you have no say in anything.
You are dead by fifty. Only Sunday off all your working life and the Lord wants you then.
You are dead by fifty. Only Sunday off all your working life and the Lord wants you then.
After few minutes with an ancient letter I am feeling incredibly grateful to be alive today.
After few minutes with an ancient letter I am feeling incredibly grateful to be alive today.
And then, of course, I look at my laptop and wonder...
And then, of course, I look at my laptop and wonder...
...which bit of our life is going to be the most important artefact to people a few generations from now.
...which bit of our life is going to be the most important artefact to people a few generations from now.
I look around on all those places where I spend my holiday...
I look around on all those places where I spend my holiday...
my working days...
my working days...
my life..
my life..
and I realize wherever I look, the words are all around us. Just like yesterday, today also, the words define us...
and I realize wherever I look, the words are all around us. Just like yesterday, today also, the words define us...

Always tell the truth

and feel free.

Said from my perspective,

told in my own words,

words are my passage

to the bigger world.

Little holes in the sky

through which rain

manages to get through.


Words of the bigger world,

that rhymes

freely.

There is no strict form,

just a reason

to ask questions

that I can not answer,

to defend the right

to be wrong,

to repeat one hundred times

that justice delayed

is justice denyed.

To add something

quite deeply personal

and make connection

through poetic images

that talk to me the most.


Words of the bigger world

in small stories

about women,

their loss and longing.

Their loyalty

to those who suffer

daily,

trauma in the eyes,

witnesses of atrocity

literally silenced

has to be revisited

and talked about.


The sweetest words

of them all,

the words to the big women

of the small world.

When was the last time

you have received

a hand-written letter?

That celebration of stillness,

that communion of souls?


My dear old Grandmother,

Mother-in-Law,

God-mother,

auntie,

my dear mother,

lonely women in golden age,

they all say,

it had been some time

since anyone close

has sat down

and written,

pen in hand,

at lenght to them.


A little depth charge from the past.

When I write,

I pour my soul out,

there is no crossing out,

the full consideration

is on the receiver of the letter

yet it is spontaneous

a lovely combination.

Love feeling the writing paper

in my hand

its heaviness,

creaminess,

sensuality.

I see the people,

for whom I write.

A heartfelt letter

carving out a slice of stillness

in a busy day,

a soul-concentration.

The words came strong,

replenishing,

a turning towards authenticity.


I think of the potency of letters

past,

from decades ago:

my grandfather's,

the hand spidery

but the voice strong,

that spiritually softened world

of connection and grace.

Writing sheltered him,

writing shelters me,

from the bigger world

I dream about to enter.


When my Grandmother

received my letter,

she didn't rip open the envelope at once,

but waited for for quietness,

there was something of ritual to it.

It was the shining time

as she read the tonic of my words.


A hand-written letter

arrived

every month

in her letterbox

and filled up

a quiet moment in her heart,

the most immediate breath of life,

the first tiny sun ray of spring,

her heart opens like a landscape

cracking open

after the bitterness of winter,

the world couldn't be bigger,

not for her and not for me.


Emails to my children,

words of happiness

of having them.

We live each day with a light heart

writing to each other

about our truimphs

and our failures

with enough humility

to learn from both.

Everyday words

reminds us

we are more

than our achievements

or mistakes.

We long be free,

and yet we are victims

of our own self image,

slaves to ambitions,

vanity,

ego

and greed.


SMS to my husband

words without obsessions,

life with moderation.

We have found out

long ago,

anything we want too much,

seek too much

and give too much energy to,

will turn around

and bite us,

sooner or later.

Our words

just like us

settled

in the routine,

a well-known pattern of life.


Words to myself,

in my diary,

ready to carry me on,

encouraging me to do anything,

my words

are the living proof

that everything is possible.

The world around you

is just as big

as the words in your mind,

you are what you write....







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old albion 4 years ago from Lancashire. England.

Hello Beata. this is a reflective and thought provoking hub from you today. Lovely photographs as usual.

Best Wishes.

Graham.


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teaches12345 4 years ago

This is a very touching poem that reminds us of how important our communication through words means to loved ones. I enjoyed reading through your thoughts here and the photo captions add to the message. Thanks for sharing.


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

That is how life can be big...:)

For me life is big if I die smiling and why will I die smiling... cause of the memories which flash on the bed of death... and what other memories than the companionship of family and a healthy relation among all ...

I can't say much.. am At a loss of words here Beata... through your poem you have shared some divine enlightenment which most of us in the present day world fail to understand! :(

Beautiful poem!


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graceomalley 4 years ago

When i read the title of the hub i thought it would be about going out and doing big things - nice to see it is about the quieter things of life.

I've had to slow down the past few years due to health, and feel that in some ways I am rediscovering life - the life one has when not consumed by goals.

Particularly liked your observation about the things you get crazy obsessed with accomplishing bite you in the end...too true!

I'm also a fan of the handwritten letter. It is a dying art.


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kj force 4 years ago from Florida

Beata.very thought provoking words from your heart..to the world..you are so right, we are what we write., I see the world as a "garden of weeds",and I write books about them, referring to we all have obstacles to overcome ( like a weed will grow in a crack of a sidewalk) a flower won't! Loved our hub, your words made me stop and relish/savor them.Photos were awesome, as were your obvious love for family and life..Thank you for sharing again..weedbychoice..


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alancaster149 4 years ago from Forest Gate, London E7, U K (ex-pat Yorkshire)

This sounds wistful, as though looking back to a previous existence before Australia, am I right? Insofar as my own experiences are concerned, families are more and more 'fractured'. My wife's family in the south-east are so widespread they're losing touch with one another, and it takes a funeral to pull them in again. As for my lot, kindred and friends, they're spread out across the north from east to west between Bishopdale (off Wensleydale) to the coast south of the Tees. Compared to Australia that's a pinprick, but it takes time and 'timetabling' to get to see everybody. Back in the 50's everyone I knew lived within a ten mile radius!


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mary615 4 years ago from Florida

Very thought provoking. Very profound. Wonderful Hub. I voted it UP, etc.


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B. Leekley 4 years ago from Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA

Well and beautifully said and true.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

Wow, This is fantastic. The written word, I can't remember the last time i wrote a letter, Emails have taken over. You made a very good point, an elderly person without the computer would love to get letters..Thank you for reminding us.


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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

I have to agree with you are what your write. What I write is conservative commentary and I am definitely a conservative.

Well done.

The Frog


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much, my fellow hubbers, for your wonderful comments, all of them so profound and truthful, I am one of those 'crazy people', just like you, who just love writing, therefore we are here, aren't we? And also, I feel I am on threshold from the old to new: looking back at the world of writing as it was (my step-grandmother was born in 1891 and she was librarian) and looking forward to the written contections throughout our world-wide web...I don't believe than 'the power of words changes just the form and time and it is good thing if we don't leave 'anyone behind':)


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cclitgirl 4 years ago from Western NC

I am so touched by this. I am also reminded that simple pleasures are so important - that handwritten letter, not getting too greedy, to live a life fulfilled as much as you can. Beautiful.


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SuperHealthySam 4 years ago

This is amazing! I love your poetry, your words are very touching! Great work!!!


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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

I loved this hub! Writing and the hand written letter.. So special. So many good points here and so very well written!!Vote up


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much, my fellow hubbers for accepting my invitation and I am very happy that your viist was worthwhile, hopefully I will hear from sometimes in the future again and all the best with hubbing:)


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Lisas-thoughts101 4 years ago from Northeast Texas

Beata Stasak, What a special hub. And I so wish the written letter had not lost its popularity. Such a unique subject. Great job. Voted up and awesome.

Take Care,

Lisa


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GusTheRedneck 4 years ago from USA

Howdy Beata - "A little depth charge from the past..." (Munitions of the mind!) Your poem and your premises were great good fun to read and to study. Thanks.

Gus :-)))


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much, Lis and Gus, for stopping by and read 'my piece about not so long ago passed past:)'. While it is human and progressive to always look forward and embrace the future with all our hearts and mind, it is also good to be relfective and try to hold on little bit longer on the 'cherished moments of the past'...'it is our neverending dance of life - one step back and two forward:)'


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hirundine 4 years ago from Nelson, B.C. Canada

Hi Beata,

Been following the hub for a week or so. Initially I had little to comment on. However, after reading again. The notion of how most of the people mentioned in your statement. Older people waiting for letters.

Is that now I'm that older person, waiting for a letter? I think I might be waiting a long time? All my letters are bills and flyers.

No, I use Skype and Google+. I call and talk with them. I like to write, yet happier with keyboard than pen. Otherwise, I'm cool. No man is an island, nor do we need more chores. I really like other people? But there's a lot in the world to take care of. Most of it, depends on personality as defined by Myer-Briggs.

Knowledge is power. If you know what others are thinking by eavesdropping on emails? That's a lot of power. Certainly a lot easier than steaming envelopes open, in the secret police basement.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you 'Hirundine' for your honest reply, we are all different and value different things and that is the beuty of this world, yes, you are right, skype and google+ made a huge difference in people's lives, old and young, especially those separated by distance and yet from my personal experience I still encounter many people who wait for letters and who prefer holding a book in their hands instead of 'kindle'...anyway I remember those secret police tactics in the previous Communist country I grew up in, I bet it is much easier now to spy on someone's writings but it is also easier to get the information out...:) Knowledge is the power, yes, but balance is the key...embrace new and respect old:)


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sheilanewton 4 years ago from North Shields, UK

Voted up - and across for this amazing hub.

You're quite right - you ARE what you write. I am too!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy to meet you, my fellow scribbler, it is a great feeling to know that somewhere up there in a big wide world another soul reflects on things around and feels similar way like I do...we are so different and yet so similar after all:)


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bhargvi sharma 4 years ago from jammu ( India)

Hi Beta Stasak! Awesome one... keep it up... :D


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Bhargvi, happy you liked it and thanks for visit, hope you stop by again:)


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Riverfish24 4 years ago from United States

Wow..I loved the pictures & story and the thoughts around it..amazing, great job!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you 'Riverfish' for taking time to stop by and happy you liked it:)


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FarmGirlUSA 4 years ago from Durham, NC

Beata, this is a tender and thought inducing poem. Before reading your poem, I gave little thought about dashing off an email for birthdays, anniversaries, condolences...but handwritten letters are special. Whenever I receive one, it feels like its author has shared some part of his or her soul. Perhaps it is the scroll of the pen or the visual of ink against paper or the knowledge that pen and paper demand less carelessness and demand measured thought. Thank you. I will read more of your work.

While I read your poem, it was so visual, I found myself thinking of the last handwritten letter I received.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, 'FarmGirlUSA', I am happy that my thoughts about handwritten letters resonate with you, while we have to progress and the wonders of big wide net make us more connected, it also make us less individual....but humans always make a huge leap forward and two steps back:)....while dreaming about reaching stars we also keep digging to find the treasures of the past...gramophone records survived so letters in one form or other will survive too:)


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shara63 4 years ago from Delhi

Beata, your words like waves glide softly in the ocean of heart & emerges out a whirl of emotions that losts everything but the tranquility!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for your beautiful words, Shara and so happy you have found the time to stop by:)...there is ocean between us but I feel close to you through your words:)


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thoughtfulgirl2 4 years ago from East Coast

Wonderful, in a world full of images, writing truly is a lost art form. Keep on writing:) My favorite quote: "music is the silence between the notes".


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Love that quote, so true, love classical music as well so it resonates in me:) Thanks for sharing your wisdom and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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NiaG 4 years ago from Louisville, KY

Love your words. What's a letter? :-) These days it's nothing taught. It's all about texting and quick quick go go. Most can't say they make time to be still. I think the teaching of writing a letter will have to be taught at home. I vote you have a sit down, write your hubby and child a letter as an experiment and see what happens, what they do.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Great Nia, you have to just find a quiet spot, keep still and get yourself in reflective mood, then just take an old fashioned sheet of writing paper and an ellegant writing pen and start.....words will flow on your paper straight from your heart....

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