Sweet Ivy

This blog is called "where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again," right? :)
This cute little girl put a smile on my face as well as she made me a little jealous. I wish I could just dance in the garden all day, with no worries at all :)


Ivy in the Spring from sheye rosemeyer on Vimeo.

I will fear no evil

People have been telling incredible stories about Vlado Fajfr all my life. I had the privilage to meet this man though I was too little to understand it. His life was just trouble. Whatever he did, wherever he was, he wanted to share the gospel and change people's lives and because it was right when the Nazis and later Communists were in charge of the country, they tried their best to make it hard for him to even live. He went through many struggles but he would say that it was... a beautiful life.

Locked in a prison cell, confined to a hospital bed, beaten cruelly in a KGB interrogation room, standing by a cold graveside of a beloved one, Vlado Fajfr never loses sight of the Lord Who Works all things together  „for the good of them that love God.“

I started to read his biography named I Will Fear No Evil. It is truly encouraging.  The next one to go is Ready for Anything, which is about his wife Ruth. I found myself in one of the pictures that are included in the book and it made me think how cool it is that maybe even I myself was a tiny part of the wonderful plan for Ruth's  life.

 This is a picture of me and my friends with Ruth and Vlado in front of our church office that he helped to build ( and that brown thing is my monkey backpack :) 

The last words of the Epilogue, written by Vlado:

"I think everyone's life has a message. The Apostole Paul said, „Ye are our epistles, known and read of all men.“ I pray that reading this story of events in my life, you will see one thing – „God is faithful.“ At all times. In all situations. This eternal life which we have been given, not only will it get us to Heaven, but it will stand up under all conditions - sickness, poberty, attacks, troubles, persecutions, and even under the difficulties of Communism.

For the life was manifested, and we have seen it, and bear witness, and show unto you eternal life, which was with the Father, and was manifested unto us."

Cinema, Bicycles and Silvers

Be sure to have a look at these (some maybe not so famous but) amazing, so talented and creative bands. All the videos were shot at random places of London by watch.listen.tell, a non profil channel which focuses on creating good acustic videos of new or independent artists and musicians.

Bombay Bicycle Club – Dust on the ground

Life in Film - Carla

Two Door Cinema Club – Something good can work

Golden Silvers- Magic Touch  (these guys are hilarious :D)

I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye

I went running with my friends to the fields near my town (if you know me, you are probably wondering what I was doing there and laughing. I admit I'm not really into sports so it sounds pretty funny to me, too :D) It was a beautiful afternoon and the sun was getting orange and pink. We slowed down for a while. I stopped to look around. We were in the middle of nothing, fields all around us. I could see mountains, so beautiful with the sunshine. There was a man playing with a toy airplane. It really worked. He got it fly up to the sky. I felt like I was somewhere else. It was hard to believe that I was just 10 minutes from a shopping mall. It all seemed incredible, so huge compared to me. I kept spinning and looking all around me and still wouldn't have enough. I felt so little.

I Like Giants is one of my favourite songs by Kimya Dawson. I love her lyrics. She sings about everything, literally. This song reminded me of the afternoon in the fields.

„Rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone
Say you are huge, look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun
Look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky
Say I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye“

Trip to Ostrava/learning to look

I have no idea how it happened but I got to join a bunch of students from my school who had prepared a drama performance for students of the town of Ostrava. I wasn't participating which I didn't mind. People didn't understand why I wanted to go, I didn't really know either. I only had 3 classes so skipping school didn't seem as a good reason to waste the whole day with a boring school trip. Besides, I had to wake up 2 hours earlier.

First of all, I love the Czech republic. Actually, Czech was the first language I learned to speak. When I was little I would introduce myself : Lucka Terezka Anicka Kristinka...the Czechoslovak.

Whatever the others say, I'm glad I went. I think I needed it. It was kind of strange how everything made me happy. It was all for free. I saw some very talented reciters and heard lots of lovely poems. They gave us loads of strawberry croissants that we tried to fill all our pockets with but there would be still some left. I walked with my friends through the old city centre, got my favourite sandwich, found probably the nicest cafe they had and got a cup of Irish coffee. Discovered an "Oxford bookshop" which sells literature in foreign languages and got a reprint of Little Women. We walked in an antique shop and oh my goodness, such a wonderful smell!

On the way home, all I did was stare out the window (I was lucky to get the window seat) while listening to fabulous Bon Iver. I so enjoyed looking out. It was really wet outside so everything seemed very green, almost like Ireland. I saw old brick houses with ladders leaning against the walls, adorable gardens, orchards, random storks in the middle of a field, chimneys smoking. Raindrops on my window made me feel thankful for my large thrift store cardigan that was keeping me warm. There were lakes, creeks, trees covered with ivy and mistletoe, mountains of course. These might sound as ordinary small things but I was thankful for every detail.(What some of the others saw was that they could have been already home, they had embarrassed themselves or that the ride wasn't fast enough. I haven't discovered yet the way to let other people look at things with your eyes so they can understand your point of view).It wasn't really about the things themselves, it was something more, something invisible. Sometimes I forget to notice the small things, sometimes I'm blind. But then when I can see, they make me happy and they're not small anymore. Reminds me of "It is only with the heart that one can see clearly, what is essential is invisible the eyes"

Que Bella...

This is quite the kind of video I've seen myself shooting in my dreams.


Thanks Lenka :)

Forest...

I consider myself lucky to live near a forest. (It seems it's not a usual thing anymore, at least for the city people). I went on a walk to the forest with my friend to take some pictures today.

Also, I read a little What Katy Did with some delicious mint tea to keep me warm on this windy day...

I got this book almost a year ago but still haven't read the whole thing, although I tried more than once. That doesn't mean it is not good, actually now as I manage to get to the pages I've never read before, I find it really nice. I bought it in an antique shop in London. There were boxes full of old books outside the shop, 1 Pound each. 

The book said..."This place the children called "Paradise," and to them it seemed as wild and endess and full of adventure as any forest of fairy-land."

"Oh, how good everything tasted int that bower, with the fresh wind rustling the poplar leaves, sunshine and sweet wood-smells about them, and birds singing overhead! No grown-up dinner party ever had half so much fun. Each mouthful was a pleasure; and when the last crumb vanished, Katy produced the second basket, ad there, oh, delightful surprise! were seven little pies-molasses pies, baked in saucers-each with a brown top and crisp candified edge, which tasted like toffee and lemon-peel, and all sorts of good things mixed up together."

This part made me think that I must bring some food next time. It is quite funny but true, that some food is always a good way to make things better and more fun.

If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking

The story behind the song "How He loves".

When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me

The scary basement

I am so thankful to have my grandparents. I have a key to their house and I can show up anytime and my grandma will make some pudding for me. She makes the best pudding I've ever had. My grandfather likes to tell me stories about the places he's been to and I like to listen to him.

I used to be really scared of their basement. I would never go down there alone. It is kind of strange, but now I consider it one of the most exciting things of the house and don't mind exploring it just by myself. They wonder what could be so interesting for me to see there.

Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things...

I was hoping it to be a magic one...

The Lost Birthday

I found this lovely old book on a dusty shelf in the school English office and was allowed to borrow it for a while. It's full of short stories and fables which are just special. They are very simple and that might be what makes them so lovely. The stories are in English but everything else is in Russian :D and in Cyrillic so I am not able to read it(although I attended a Russian club for a year when I was 9 haha). So as you go through the text, you find a few words with numbers that are explained in the bottom of the page with definitions in Russian. I think this fact makes the book even more valuable. I thought I would share one of the stories with you.

                                                  The policeman's horse

Once upon a time there was a very naughty police horse, whose name was Harry, and a rather naughty policeman, too, whose name was Arthur.

Arthur, dressed in his blue uniform with his truncheon by his side, used to ride through London mounted on Harry the horse. Harry liked following the buses that crawled slowly along in the traffic and breathing on the back window till it was all misty. Then Arthur leant forward in the sadle and, with his finger, he would draw faces on the misty window, which made Harry laugh.

But they were so busy, Harry following the buses and breathing on the window, and Arthur drawing faces, that they never had time to catch any burglars. So the Inspector at the police station, whose name was Reginald, said to the police sergant one morning :"Sergeant!" "Yes, sir!"said the sergeant, standing at attention and saluting. "Sergeant!" said Reginald, "why doesn't Arthur catch burglars?" "I dont know, sir," said the sergeant. "Well, find out Sergeant, there's a good chap," said Inspector Reginald. "Yes, sir!" said George (that was the sergeant's name), and saluted again. Then he went out and got on his horse, which was a very good horse and never breathed on the back of buses, and rode down the street to see if he could find Harry and Arthur and see what they were up to. Then he saw them. There was Harry breathing on the back window of a bus to make it misty and Arthur leaning forward and drawing a picture on it. "Oh, they are naughty!“"said Seargeant George. "Still, it would be rather fun, wouldn't it?" So he edged his horse up behind a bus so that it breathed on the back window. Then he leant forward and drew a picture of Inspector Reginald on the glass with his finger. And another policeman saw him and thought it would be fun too. After that, all the policemen's horses started to follow buses and breathe on the windows so that the policemen riding them could draw pictures.

And all burglars were very surprised because the policemen were so busy drawing that they never came to arrest them any more. „I wonder what has happened to the the policemen?“ they said, and they went and looked and saw that the policemen were drawing on the windows of the backs of the buses. "What fun!“"said the burglars, and they all went and stopped being burglars and bought horses instead so that they could breathe on the bus windows for them to draw pictures, too.

The head policeman of all London was very pleased about that, so he sent for Harry and Arthur. "You are both very clever!" he said, and made Arthur a sergeant.

After I had read this story, I went outside and as I was walking down the street I saw two policemen riding horses! That is a rare thing to see in the town where I'm from.

I had never been so happy to see policemen before.