What I am Born to be Joy!

This Monday was a happy one for me. It has brought me my thirty minutes of true happiness. It has showed me again what I was born for. I am born to be an interpreter. I am born to bring the light of understanding where there is this loud darkness of silence. I'm born to be an invisible helper. I feel happy to switch my restless mind between different languages. 

I had my honour to be an interpreter for my friends from  the "Equal Opportunities" Club for people with disabilities in our city and English guests. It's funny - whenever I translate people's thoughts - I feel as if I can fly. I forget about my limits, my sorrows, my fear. I am just free. Like a fish in the ocean. 

I'm grateful to God for presenting me this day. For giving me this chance to choose the art of my love. For the English language. For angels on Earth like my friend Marianna. For strangers who smiled back at me without even knowing a single thing about me. For this miracle - my happy thirty minutes which is my happy eternity.

Happy me in Zaporizhzhia yesterday!

                                       Marinna's mom, Marianna and I  

              To Be a Translator Joy...

30th of September is my holiday. I have the right to celebrate it since 2005 when I planted a seed of my big dream...of becoming a translator, someone who's supposed to connect people, like the electricity which connects cities, countries, continents...When I look back I can hardly believe I have graduated from the university, obtained my two diplomas, survived many sleepless nights, cuddling with cough and fever, getting butterflies in my stomach before each and every exam...and now it's been almost three years since I'm an officially a translator...
My work makes me tired, sometimes stressed and annoyed but it's like being in love with someone - even he drives you crazy at times or breaks your heart - you love him not a little less. So, that's the same about my art of love. I'm grateful to God for being what I am today. For having my tools - dictionaries, the Internet, Skype...and most important - people who inspire me to keep on learning, teaching and raising up after every fall. I'm happy to play with words and clear out the sky for someone. ;) I am happy to rescue people who're lost in this huge world of languages....

                                             My Rainy Monday....

Honestly speaking I don't like these endless September rains. I feel stuck in my room. I feel like a disharged battery. I long for the sun...I know it's somewhere above - just behind these heavy sky blankets. But...alas! I can't reach it, cannot feel it. Only dream of it. That's what I have to do. Spend my time. Work. And...dream away. To my warm August days which slipped away. Forever. But I am happy about my summer. It was good. And my warm memories are forever with me. :) That comforts me. :) I'm a greedy memory holder! :D (I am sorry for my strange English! It must sound upside down!).

I'm grateful for my rainy day. For my good friend who made me feel sunnier. For being able to smile through my window that is covered with sky's bitter tears...

The Rain on My Cheeks

This Sunday I somehow managed to wake up early - in this silent darkness of my room. I went to church. On my way back I was caught by September rain. I felt some raindrops on my cheeks. It made me feel sad and happy. Both. Right away. 

The sky was crying. Maybe that was a message. Maybe. I don't know. I was happily walking home. To my warm nest. To my hot cup of tea waiting. To people who think the world of me. 

I'm grateful for being able to enjoy these last more or less warm days. For this rain. For feeling it on my cheeks. For feeling. It's better than to be a heartless piece of wood...

                             I am Here...

It is very important to be "here" even when I am miles and oceans away. I am happy to feel connected with people I care about. I don't know if they all need my "I'm here" but...I'm happy to be "here" whenever they want and need it.
Today I went to church and that was the first time ever I didn't see our priest since he has fallen seriously sick. It's very sad. But I was thinking of him while putting my candle. I hope he could feel that "I'm here".

I'm grateful for this autumn day. For my sleepy Saturday. For my autumn walk. For my warm blanket and some ice-cream. :D I'm grateful for some laughing moments with my parents. I'm grateful for a lovely conversation with my good friend. I'm grateful for needing some people. They are not always around the way I wish they were. But they are "here". Straight in my heart. Forever. It doesn't matter if they want it or not. :P I'm selfish here. I keep them inside my heart, mind and all my cells. ;) I wish I could always keep them away from any sorrows and be their sunshine when they feel gloomy. Well, I'm not always as positive as I may seem. But...whenever I think of people I do care about I feel nothing but a great ray of sunshine in my heart. 

                       Hand in Hand 

I'm grateful for my dad's hand. It's almost recovered. It is not really flexible yet, and he'll probably need some more months to make it as functional as it used to be but he can hold everything he couldn't for the past three months! He can hold my hand...:)

I'm grateful for having my hand in his hand. I'm grateful for God's help. For my friends who have been supporting me all this time. :) I'm grateful for hearing a smile of my dear friend on the phone. :) I'm grateful for being able to stand my long Friday. :) I'm alive. :)

Walking in the Rain....

These past days my mom and I had some crazy walks....in the rain. We were enjoying our short evening going out to our local train station.....In the Rain...Crossing big puddles of water...and I had a real impression like I was driving upon the sky...and tearful clouds...just like that!

 On our way I was stroking little calves who were childishly watching me and...then licking my palms...maybe they wanted to be a part of my life...I was sad to think of their future...and wishing we could be friends...real. Then when we came to the station we would see lonely figures of people waiting for their train to the city...standing in the drizzling rain...with their heads down...there was a girl who was seeing her boyfriend off...holding his hand. In the rain. And there were lots of free birds flying and singing in the rain. And the most beautiful picture of all- rainy clouds...this sky's blanket...Then the train approached...this snake...I feel extremely thrilled whenever I see a train. I am mad about its sound. I'm in love with it. I am born to be a traveller...it sucks to sit when my soul would just get inside that train...ahhhh....maybe one day...maybe. :) 

Our way back was silent. We were eating nuts. I was admiring the bright full moon that got stuck in the yellow tree.
I'm grateful for these rainy September evenings. For the raindrops on my palm. For coming back home. For my peppermint cup of tea. And for coming and finding that I was waited by someone online...That's happiness...