Potanda's Mindverse

" Can I take it to a morning where the fields are painted gold and the trees are filled with memories of the feelings never told"  Sometimes words are weak to explain feelings. So we bottle up our emotions in strings of energy and we send them into the universe. Potanda sees them hanging like leaves on a giant tree. The great ancient tree as old as Potanda's soul. On that tree, feelings have colors. Some are white, some are black, some are red, others are blue. And rare ones are multicolored. She often goes there to look at those leaves, she likes to know the struggle or joys people went through. What she sees always leaves her in awe. Sometimes she sees a pair of eyes, tearing up behind a car wheel, sometimes she sees hands holding each others strongly, sometimes those hands break off each other. Those are memories people never speak about.  But what if we make them speak. Would we be ready to listen?  We know that only few people listen to words, and so people went on a

G. Duck is a precious duck, he's wise and supper funny. He goes on talking about farts like they are water vapor of the ancient Wiseman. His brain is sharp and he loves sunflowers too. He makes Potanda laugh, and he's a great supporter. So Potanda shares her thoughts with him. They were introduced at a meet up with friends, they looked different, but had similar mindset, she saw how precious he is, he looked right through her as if he knew for all those million years she lived, and they became friends. Today he told her:" The best things to acquire are the hardest, just like big sh**. You need to press hard, you get sweaty, you hurt, but at the end, you get the best feeling of relief ". See why she laughs.... He's wise and weird.  And sure, he's right. And she thought of friendships. Friendship needs constant effort from both parties to last. It comes naturally, but we take the decision to make it last. It stands on understanding each others, caring for each o

 Detachment Dissociation Damage She may be alive, but a small part of her, a distant corner maybe, she's struggling with the three Ds... She's emotionally detached. She does vibe with people, she makes friendships, she goes out and have fun, she has 38+ chats on her phone each hour... But, she takes a deep breath before she sees a friend, she looks at her phone and feel overwhelmed not able to keep a chat, she cries everyday after a day full of laugher, she can't look at her family or close friends in the face. She can't feel other people like she used to do. But also she does and this leaves her confused. She doesn't know how or why, but it's hard connecting to people, she's not feeling them, she's not interested, she's always preoccupied in her own mind. She's losing people daily.  She's emotionally dissociating. She doesn't understand people, words are becoming hard to listen to. She has to repeat everything in her mind and picture it

 "We all decompose and slowly disappear"  Someday Potanda will leave this world where she had lived for a million years, she will decompose and disappear. If that so, why bother living all this time? She's not only living, she's alive. She feels everything and in very extreme way. Right now, she feels like suffocating. She's not free. Freedom is all she wants. To be free is to fly with no one catching your wings. For Potanda, it's flying with no one weighting down her broom. But the weight is too much for her to handle. Still she tries, and every time she fell off her broom she tries again.  "When you feel my heat, look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide" Sometimes, weight turns into demons crawling under your skin.  "Don't get too close, it's dark inside" and so she's pushing everyone away. She doesn't want her magic to turn into witchcraft, she wants to keep it pure. And so everyday she's fighting to keep this

It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue with white clouds playing hide and seek with the sun. Cool wind now and then and people were smiling. Potanda took Sunflower on a ride. Sunflower is full of energy and likes to chase the sun, she vibes with Potanda and that's why they're friends. They walked all around the city greeting people, smiling to them, wishing them a good day, and making memories. They put their memories in photographs, celebrating. Sunflower has just finished a chapter in her life, and now the future in ahead.  Not knowing what Future is hiding is a good thing. It makes you hopeful and we, people, live on hope. Hope is what keeps us going. We live everyday sculpting a better picture for tomorrow. But Hope is also a dangerous thing. Sometimes we're too drowned in positivity that it becomes too toxic. Sunflower and Potanda know this, and while walking around the city, they noticed danger. What hope did to people is clear on the faces. Some look at you with sp

Dee is a wise bee. She sips her coffee and talks beautifully, and today she told Potanda :" The only thing that never change, is change itself" and she's right.  We are often afraid of change, and when it happens, we try with all our might to fight against it. We hold on to strings so tightly that we don't realize the damage done. But, if we just let go of the strings, our hands will be free, ready to grasp peace when it comes. Accept the change, and accept how you're changing with it, only then change is an opportunity. Life is funny with Potanda, she sits around everyday flipping through the pages of " The Witch's Book". It's that book of wisdom which she inherited from the great sorcerers of the ancient times ( back then trees were as tall as buildings and plants had a magical taste).  She tries to understand what's written and fits it in her life. Legend says, the secret to the sky and beyond lies in this book. Today she read this "A

Two half moon spectacles looking up at the sky, a hand reaches out, it's too far. Will she be able to touch the sky someday?  Her head has always been roaming the planet, she has lived and died a million times. She was there when the moon dared the sun, when mountains rose, when seas dried. Blood in her veins runs with rivers, every breath she takes she's whispering to the trees. Some say she's a "Wicca", is she?  Magic is her escape, but what is she running from? Nature is her home, but then why is she aiming to the sky? Theory says: She cannot be contained anymore, she has had enough with being materialized. But the sky is not her limit, she's aiming for beyond. She's ready for the journey. This blog is the story of Potanda the Wicca through her stairway to the beyond...  But who is Potanda? She's a heart full of life and a mind of "Tangled Mess Of Contradictory Things" . Her planet is art, music, philosophy, energy, science...It's natu