If you have a special person in your life,

make him/her feel unique,feel happy!!


I have fallen in love a couple of times in my life

and must say - it´s  WONDERFUL !



Saying ´´I love you´´ is enough to make ourselves  feel good,

 to provoke that volcano of positive emotions and tender feelings inside our body.

It happens when we love someone truly and deeply.

I don´t know if you´ve noticed that ,when you feel love you need no

stimulus to create things , to study, to work...

In short ,be successful in your life.


But at times we have to experience strange feelings and live quite odd life stories.

Let me tell you about one of those uncommon situations.

I can bet it´s happened to some of you already,

I mean falling in love with someone being married or engaged.

You can say ´´And what?´´...´´Nothing new.´´

The thing is - when it occurs, you normally start being more distant with your actual partner,

feeling  you can not put up with everything related to him/her.

At the same time your affection towards your new beloved keeps growing like silver flowers

after some magic rain.

Romantic attraction is something that is felt from within ,

it´s so powerful that simply can not be controlled by our

mind.



Although there are some ways  in which we would try to make up our interior passion.

It´s something essential for those who are not free and want to live their new love story

feel themselves HAPPY being married or engaged.

Lots of people think that it´s elemental to fall in love from time to time to

feel themselves satisfied ,happy and important.

I agree with you,it´s quite strange !

It sounds a bit peculiar-but, maybe,


 if we try to listen to those people more attentively we would be able to comprehend


 what they are talking about.


Their life experiences can reveal a lot,believe me.





Make it a point to notice that...

HELLO MY DEAR FRIENDS,
hope this finds you all well.
Sorry I haven´t been in touch for a while.

You must have been wondering wht´s been happening.

The thing is I´ve been away for some days.

I must admit I WAS MISSING YOU A LOT!





Hope you are still interested to know what occured when I became pregnant.

Let me carry on telling you what happened later.

I was always eager for the spring-time,but never so much as then.
When I became pregnant, there was no hint of any problem.
Soon I start feeling myself rather ugly.
In spite of my delicate health,I was coping quite well with all the adversities trying not to give up and was going  ahead firmly, step by step towards who we were waiting for, our precious baby.

I had always thought it would be easy to have my second child as with the first pregnancy I had no problem.

In three months I began feeling myself surprisingly well and forgot quite quickly about all those health problems I had had before.

None of us could imagine that just at the same time when I began feeling myself better,at that very moment I lost my baby.
We are so unperfect!
Human beings-we are unable to detect any serious change,any grave problem inside our bodies,inside ourselves.
It´s beyond our capability.Lots of things in this universe are still beyond our comprehension.

The problem was that I couldn´t perceive the death of my baby inside my womb either.
I was unconscious of his departure.I felt no changes,no alarm...
My baby gave no tokens,asked for no aid,said nothing...NOTHING!

I had been living for two weeks without knowing that my baby was already dead in my womb.
It´s the most HORRENDOUS thing that can happen to us,women !
The worst punishment in the world,the most severe torture one can imagine.

Torture... I was leaving thinking that my baby was alive.I used to talk to him, listen to music by his side ...in short I  was sharing my life with him.

NOTHING IS MORE PAINFUL AS THE LOST OF AN UNBORN BABY.
Walking in the shadow of a dream I ...

To be continued.

HUGS AND KISSES FOR ALL MY FRIENDS FROM KATE.

To my unborn child,what I wish to give you in times to come,
happiness, and wisdom,
a life filled with fun,
to explore all adventures of your curious mind,
to become knowledgeable of what you'll find,
as I await your arrival and the presence of newborn cries,
I picture how you'll look when I open up my eyes.
I feel your movements every time I wake each day,
letting mommy know that you’re okay,
obstacles I hope you'll overcome,
education I know you'll get done,
I stay up late reading to you,
talking to my stomach,
a feeling I never knew,
hungry all the time
'No doubt you're a son of mine',

Men imagine that they communicate their virtue or vice by their actions and do not see that virtue or vice emit a breath every moment.




Hi all my dear friends, today you´ll be able to discover what happend when all of us thought...

Are you ready?  Let´s start.





All of us thought that those heavy threatening clouds which had been shadowing our clear horizon disappeared forever, but we were quite mistaken.



Though apparently my inner wounds  were cured, I still was homesick for my family, my friends, my nest.
Homesickness... a kind of depression that is caused by absence from home and everything that supplied me energy and vitality. It´s aterrible thing to bear .

Nostalgia often distorts the real world we live in to such an extent that we don´t live-simply exist like flowers or trees.
The same happened to me, my dear friends.There were moments I preferred daydreaming to an active style of life, because only dreaming and sleeping emigrants can meet their families, enjoy their company, feel they are not alone being abroad.

Despite my problem, I had to advance - the sooner the better .

We were trying to cheer up one another giving love, support and understanding .
 The latter was the essential ingredient of our future hapiness.
Without that element no family of emigrants can survive living abroad without any of their relatives.

Moving forward, making progress we  adapted ourselves to Spanish culture, customs, people-
 in short to our new life.

Among Spanish people we met a family of my husband´s friend.Those people were so generous and hospitable that made us feel for the first time  like at home, more protected.
They are REALLY great people , who I am grateful to and will be for the rest of my life.

Those people stayed by my side when the most terrible thing happend to me.

I had to face a rather painful period in my life.

As you know, we had only one daughter, so we were anxious to have a boy.

                                                                                
The desire was very strong and we were full of  hope believing that everything would work out very well for us.

                                                                                   

                                                 Soon I became pregnant but...

Hello my old friends, my new friends and all the people that are impatient to know some more interesting facts from my unusual life story in Spain.

I wish I could meet all of you, MY DEAR FRIENDS and have a cup of coffee with you some day.

I'd like you to taste my favourite raspberry cakes with me today.
 Here you are.

LET'S KEEP IN TOUCH AND ENJOY OUR LIFE.

LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO WAIT FOR SOMETHING OR FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL.

LET´S MAKE OUR FRIENDSHIP REAL AND GIVE EACH OTHER  ONLY POSITIVE EMOTIONS, JOY AND SUPPORT!





Well ,
 as I told you earlier, to my surprise my daughter managed to learn quite quickly all the essential phrases in Spanish I taught her to feel herself not so wretched at school as before.

Little by little our efforts brought desired results. She made lots of friends and achieved considerable progress at school.

One winter afternoon I was teaching Anastasia some new phrases and noticed that she started drawing some pictures. I asked her what she was doing and she answered that she was feeling like painting, because every word in her mind had a kind of an image.
As she could see those images and I couldn't ,she decided to draw them for me.



Frankly speaking, I was rather surprised, since many pictures were somewhat erratic, abstract and chaotic. But in a few minutes we were enjoying our free time and  my fear abondoned my mind.

We used to compose stories using those pictures of my daughter and write them down in her diary. Anastasia loved inventing her own tales and characters. She liked being the author of her own children's books.

I enjoyed a lot  making those tiny books by her side, creating magic characters, inventing unbelievable landscapes and forgetting at the same time that harsh reality we had to face.

Everything changes, nothing stays the same. Step by step those chaotic pictures of my daughter that were a true reflection of what was going on in her mind and her soul gave way to a totally  new type of drawings -bright,  hopeful, warm and cheerful!

Looking back on that period of my life, I must tell you that it was too severe, but we learnt a lot and it made us more stronger.

Bit by bit we were escalating that steep mountain trying to achieve the summit of  HAPPINESS AND HARMONY.

All of us thought ... 

In the midst of the ocean of foreign people I had to look for a way out to show my daughter that a good captain never abandons his crew, but shows them how to keep the ship afloat.
  

One morning a postman knocked on my door. He brought a parcel for us.
I was very upset that day and at first didn't notice who was the remittent. Anastasia, my daughter, jumped out of bed and ran to see who the parcel was for.
The parcel was from Ukraine.

 We were hugely happy to find out that my parents sent us some very special for both of us objects of attachment we had forgotten in Ukraine and that had a lot of sentimental value for us. At that moment I felt a kind of warm vibration in my brain and experimented that unparalleled sensation of being caressed by my mother´s soft hands.
God, it was so wise of them to send us those things.
Without any doubt those who live far away from their nest  are able to understand what I'm talking about. I'm absolutely convinced that objects of sentimental value can alleviate almost all illneses emigrants tend to suffer from. Migraines are the worst ones.
I was suffering from them as well and I can assure you that what helped me renew my energies and get over it were the objects of sentimental value. They have nourised my heart and my withered soul giving me lots of hope.
The lack of our close relative's affection and the warmth of our nest make us, emigrants, more vulnerable and more fragile.

Memory... in its recesses we can find a kind of a safe harbour enjoying our remembrances and soothe for a while, at least for a while, our pains.
Only memories can make the impossible-make us smile when we are about to cry, make us happy when we consider ourselves the most unlucky people in the universe.

It was strikingly surprising...

Hi my dear friends.

You can not imagine how happy I am knowing that you visited my blog yesterday.
I´m so grateful to you for showing your interest and for making me feel more comfortable, more inspired .

I´d like to share with you the story of my life and make friends with all of you.

I´d love to meet people who can understand me, who had to cope during their lives with the similar life circumstances or  just people who are interested in positive psychology and gestalt psychology.




I´d like  you to continue reading the second part of my story in Spain.

WELCOME ABOARD!

I must say that none of us were prepared for such a strong blow that was awaited for us and in addition to it we had no previous experience as emigrants.

My husband was 28 and I was 27. He could speak some Spanish.
Although he had been working for two years in Spain, his Spanish was't very good, but it was enough to get by.
 As for me I could speak only English. So you can imagine how impotent I was feeling myself at times knowing I had to solve lots of issues without being able to speak Spanish.

I have never thought that  English is hardly spoken in Spain and that's why I was rather surprised that there were no people around who could speak English.

Since my daughter was 6, she had to go to school.

Soon we started experimenting an authentic hell.

Psychologically it was too hard to bear all that tremendous burden, I mean seeing my husband unable to help me, my little daughter crying every day because of not being able to speak Spanish, play and study with other children at school.
It was a kind of emotional crisis that all of us were suffering from.

The worst thing was to watch my daughter, who was only six, adapting herself to that new atmosphere.

Oh my God, that period of my life was really awful.


Recollecting those episodes now ,frankly speaking , I DON'T KNOW how I managed to cheer up my soul and make my daughter and my husband feel not so sad,considering I left all my family and  all my friends in Ukraine and had no support. It's something I still don't understand.

But what could I do ?!

Put up with all those circumstances and  trying not to give up.

I had to learn Spanish on my own in a very short term(I was quite lucky in that sense that I'm a philologist by profession), to arrange all our issues,because if not, my family would have been ruined by that destructive powerful wave.

To my surprise….

The best moment in my life was when…

About myself.

My name is Kate. I´m  from Ukraine, but due to certain circumstances I´ve lived  with my husband and my children in Spain for 8 years .

My husband decided to go to Spain looking for a job ten years ago. Meanwhile I had to continue my studies at university in Ukraine .Our daughter was four years old.To tell you the truth, it was at times so difficult to combine my studies with the upbringing of my daughter without my husband's help that I used to think  it was the end of my career .

But those nasty days had faded away and I got my Bachelor's degree .In two years I and my daughter, Anastasia, were able to join my husband in Spain.

It was like a magic dream!

A supersonic flight from Kiev to Spain and all of us were immensely happy again.

It´s just impossible to describe what one feels after such a long separation! It's a tremendous explosion of emotions, feelings, sensations…

My heart was full of happiness and my mind at rest finally!

My daughter, Anastasia, was six years old then, in 2004.

Happiness is something ephemeral.

Fate …only she…. knows everything!

Soon an avalanche of setbacks and hardships came down ….