`The place to start recovering your hope and your joy is to find ways to rest, relax and be restored.` Audrey Jeanne Roberts from the Don`t Quit cards
I did oversleep, too much gardening last night, only 150 words for thesis about the luxury market, which is more likely going to end up in the appendix. But finally I saw my little niece baby Zara. She is two months old and a smiling, happy baby. It was so nice to see mum holding her as they both smiled at each other and shared their very own baby language. Zara has beautiful baby girl features. My brother and sister-in-law decided to use Zara`s brother`s baby bodysuits for her, which I thought was a marvellously sustainable idea, but people kept asking them if their second child was a boy because of all the blue and green. After a while they decided to go shopping and buy some pink bodysuits. This is an interesting scenario, when people try to be green and buy less, but they find the society around them is not ready yet to encourage their decision by understanding their action. In this case lack of action, I mean.
As I was watering the garden I noticed that the copper pipe ballerina dress I did at Art&Design Foundation came apart. The delicate copper wire let the pipes go and the wind, that captured wind by the trees pulled the pieces apart. I remember giving a picture of the dress to Yvett Bozsik`s mum whom I briefly worked with at a commercial radio here in Hungary when I was 18. Looking only 16 or less and being extremely shy because of my small voice, I remember the wonderful warm feeling the way Eva (Yvett`s mum) talked to me a work party. She told me about her career, her love for dancing, how she got her job at the Hungarian National Radio and about her daughter who was in Holland at that time with a scholarship if I remember correct. I listened with eyes wide open, trying to imagine how far Holland was and how talented Yvett must have been to get that scholarship in contemporary dance and thinking I would never be classified smart enough to study abroad. Little did I know what was in there for me in less than ten years’ time? The way Eva talked to me was so natural, so kind, so human. I remember feeling I would love to talk to people like that. Not to judge them by their looks, clothes and sound, just treat them as I would like to be treated. Last time I saw the Yvett Bozsik Compagnie (http://www.ybozsik.hu/index_main_eng.html) in Bekescsaba, a couple of years ago. The Girl in the Garden was an autobiographical piece inspired by a photo, which was taken when Yvett was a young girl. I remember Eva, who is a chain-smoker telling me and mum that the English dancer who plays her character doesn’t smoke. As we were watching the performance I remembered that very first time when she talked about her life and her kindness and the same warmth she always talks to mum. I am always fascinated by people`s lives, their stories, things they go through and how over and over again their life crosses each other.
I got the most wonderful e-mail from Judith today. Reading it was like an answer to a prayer.
What do I do now? Go back on the treadmill from mid-September/October or follow my heart? These thoughts have been occupying my mind for days. They just sneaked in without warning and started to grow, taking over bit by bit beautiful, relaxing moments of the days.
I am always fascinated by people`s lives, their stories, things they go through and how over and over again their life crosses each other. That is how I look at this thesis now, a life of one`s own, the life of Glocal Trinnovation. We have been crossing each other`s life since 2008. It keeps coming back like that performance, The Girl in the Garden, bringing back that warm kind talk that made such an impact on me. I would like Glocal Trinnovation to be like that pushing that first domino.
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