This is the title of an exhibition in our capital Ljubljana, more precisely at the National Gallery of Slovenia. I went there with a dear friend. And it was spectacular. I am no sculptor or painter, let alone a historian of art. So, I must warn you that the following sentences are no critique or evaluation of the exhibits. They are merely my most intimate impressions, my humble thoughts and feelings, triggered by the masterpieces on display. First, I was thrown in a sea of baroque angels, presumably all very similar. I should have concentrated on their variety, but I have not, regrettably. It is...

Right above a river meander There crawls a fire salamander. Seen only on rainy damp days It shows you its unique ways.   You’d not expect from the creature To show you a yoga feature. Yet it does the cobra pose As beautiful as a rose.   Just like a rose has its thorns It’s poison that the animal adorns. Don’t touch the fire salamander, Just watch it from a far and wonder.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective...

Ups, there is an angry thought. It’s like a shark hissing as a pot. A strong wave pushes the shark away. Let’s act without anger come what may. A whole school of furious sharks Sometimes fills my deeds and remarks. When fully overwhelmed by emotion, I say: I’m not the sharks, I’m the ocean.   Ups, there is an anxious thought. It’s like a coral reef cutting a boat. The waves with time make corals smooth. Let’s act without anxiety’s sharp tooth. Sometimes I’m like a diver caught in a coral reef, Unable to break free from the razor teeth. When fully overwhelmed by emotion, I say:...

My mind is like a little boy, Who makes everything his toy. Unaware of any danger – I have to be its constant ranger. I tell it to stay away from detail – Most of the time to no avail. I remind it to stop looking for guilt – It finds not some, but a whole quilt. I put stress on not living in the future – Yet how much anxiety my mind will nurture. I cannot leave it alone for a moment. It gets restless, loose and impatient.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book...