İnsan İnsanın Yurdudur

İllüstrasyon: Evan M. Cohen

“İnsan insanın yurdudur.”

Bir yeri yurt, yuva yapan nedir gerçekten? Orada gerçekten güvende ve özgür hissetmek, diyor içim. Peki eğer dış dünyada, “yurtta”, yuvada koşullar belki her zamankinden daha muğlak, değişken, belirsiz görünüyorsa? Zemin kaygan ve sınırlar daha keskin, dört duvar arası daha dar geliyorsa?

İşte o zaman insan daha net görmeye başlayabiliyor o yurdu yurt, yuva hissettiren şeylerin zamandan-mekandan bağımsız özünü. Bir yer, bir alan’dan çok daha öte, çok daha “yakın” olduğunu. Kendi içinde, nefes alıp veren, kalbi atan, can taşıyan insan bedeninde, ve hayatın onu belki yıllar belki de an’lar önce kalben, ruhen buluşturduğu insanların varlığında, sesinde, bakışında anlam ve vücut bulduğunu. Dış dünyanın tüm gürültüsü ve kaosu sardığında ruhunu, o zaman daha başka görmeye, duymaya, hissetmeye başlıyor insan yurdun, yuvanın gerçekten ne olduğunu.

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En Derin Korkumuz

Fotoğraf: dilaquis

En derin korkumuz yetersiz oluşumuz değildir. ⁣⁣

En derin korkumuz, ölçülebilenin ötesinde güçlü oluşumuzdur. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣Karanlığımız değil ışığımızdır bizi en çok korkutan. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣Sorarız kendimize, “Ben kimim ki zeki, muhteşem, yetenekli, şahane olayım?”⁣⁣

⁣⁣Sahi, kimsiniz ki olmayasınız?⁣⁣

⁣⁣Siz, Tanrı’nın bir çocuğusunuz.⁣⁣

⁣⁣Küçük oynamanız dünyaya hizmet etmez. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣İnsanlar etrafınızda güvensiz hissetmesinler diye kendinizi küçültmenin aydınlanmış bir yanı yok. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣Hepimiz ışık saçmak için yaratılmışız, tıpkı çocuklar gibi… ⁣⁣

⁣⁣Bizler, içimizdeki Tanrı’nın ihtişamını görünür kılmak için doğmuşuz.⁣⁣

⁣⁣Bu, yalnızca bazılarımızın değil, herkesin içindedir… ⁣⁣

⁣⁣Ve biz kendi ışığımızın parlamasına izin verdikçe, farkında olmadan diğer insanlara da aynısını yapmaları için izin vermiş oluruz.⁣⁣

⁣⁣Ve biz kendi korkularımızdan özgürleştikçe, mevcudiyetimiz, kendiliğinden, diğerlerini de özgür kılar…”⁣⁣

⁣⁣Orijinal metin: Our Deepest Fear – Marianne Williamson⁣⁣

⁣⁣Fotoğraf Bodrum sokaklarından, hikayesi aşağıda…⁣

Dönüp dolaşıp geldiğim, sormaktan vazgeçmediğim ve dilerim vazgeçmeyeceğim sorular:⁣⁣

⁣Ben kimim? Ben neyim? “Biz” neyiz?⁣⁣

⁣⁣Hepsi sürekli değişen, yok olan, geri gelen, kendini var eden, eskiyen ve akıl almaz hızda yenilenen parçalar… Hücreler ve atomaltı parçacıklar, “kan ter ve gözyaşı”, ışık ve karanlık, enerji dalgaları ve nasıl bir bulut asla ölmüyorsa*, yıldızların da süpernovaların büyüsünü içimize taşıyarak yaşadıklarını hatırlatan, hamurumuza, ruhumuza karışmış yıldız tozları… Evrenin yansımaları. Bütün ve parçaları. Ve ötesi…⁣⁣

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Something of You

Illustration by Yifan Hu

A poem originally published in Any Segment Magazine.

Today 

There’s no sun

But there are still the tales

Of the sky

Tonight 

There’s no moon

But there’s still the light 

Of her eyes

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Beautiful Mind

Illustration by: Helen Panayi

A poem originally written for and published in Any Segment Magazine

Come closer, child

There’s nothing to be scared of

She whispered, smiling 

She was still like a tree

A tree, having a beautiful dream

I took a step towards her 

And held her hand

I was not afraid

I felt free, as I looked at her hair 

Dancing like a wildflower in the summer air

Welcome, child, she whispered

All we need is here

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Silence

Image by unknown

A flash fiction story originally written for and published by The Story Seed.

What he liked most about this small town was the silence that enveloped everything. In winter, even the cars hibernated – all you could hear was the sound your footsteps made on the untouched snow. Late-night winter silence was particularly soothing.

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His Sun

Image by Jules Gervais-Courtellemont.

A flash fiction story originally written for and published by The Story Seed.

It was as if Margaret was still here.

After all those years, her presence could still be felt everywhere – in the house and in the garden, in the river and in the air. But most strongly, in his paintings.

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You Are Home

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Image by Ramon Haindl.

This flash fiction story was originally written for and published by The Story Seed. It is inspired by and dedicated to the teachings and meditations of Thich Nhat Hanh, a beloved Zen master, spiritual leader, activist and poet.

She closed her eyes and inhaled the sunset mist…

As she let her breath out slowly, a deep sense of nostalgia filled her.

It felt like she was in a long-lost 19th-century Romantic painting.

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A Mockingbird the Color of Teal

Image by Susan Worsham.

My first piece of flash fiction, originally written for and published by The Story Seed. It is inspired by and dedicated to one of my favorite novels of all time, “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

I’ve been wearing his sweatshirt ever since they took him away. He once told me that its color was named after a bird.

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Our Breath

Image credit: @michletters

We all feel like life’s too overwhelming sometimes. It seems like when it rains it pours, and we may think that things are totally out of our control and almost impossible for us to handle. At those intense moments, we may easily believe these thoughts without further questioning, and find ourselves carried away in feelings such as hopelessness, desperation and fear, that accompany our belief. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣And we may not even realize that we are breathing. We often forget to pause and ask ourselves, “Could there be any other way of looking at this?” We get drifted away by the thoughts and feelings generated by assuming, in the autopilot mode, that the answer is no, without even asking the question… ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

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Game-Changing Models of the New Generation

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Image Credit: Gurls Talk

In the age of empowerment, models are on a mission to break the stereotypes and challenge the criteria by which their success is measured.

Oxford Dictionary’s definition of a model is “A person employed to display clothes by wearing them.” Which is, in the literal sense, true, of course – but clearly inadequate especially when one thinks about the successful, outspoken and inspiring models of our time, like Adwoa Aboah, Winnie Harlow, Ashley Graham, Hari Nef and Halima Aden. If there was a chance to edit that definition now and expand it, what could’ve been said?

A model is a person (i.e. a human, not a hanger) who has a unique character, soul, opinions and beliefs. A person who works hard to show that, that there’s much more to them. A person who works hard in the professional sense too, in not always so glamorous conditions which they have little control over, while more often than not facing gender and racial discrimination, verbal abuse and bullying, sexual assault and constant criticism about how to look, what to eat, who to become. A person who has scars and marks, insecurities and health issues like everyone else, but perhaps feels that people don’t want to hear about all that, they just want to see the body – the person who is employed to display clothes by wearing them.

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