journey crochet toy

...ok, my first EVER crochet toy... good to start from what I really want myself. So here's the firs attempt to make a journey character in white toy... It lacks of some detail and accuracy, but I will do better next time! This was just for training. (8,5 cm tall.)

journey

... in times when bridges between people are burnt down or fractured, when a simple attempt to be close and intimate to someone is followed by fear or mistrust, come characters without a curse of spoken word... bringing empathy and intuition, that we so long forgot, to our lives again.... and you cannot stop thinking about their world... their songs follow you in your night dreams and you wake up with a wonderful thought- something great might happen today: I cold meet someone in that world and become friends in a glimpse, because we are no different- we sing the same, we dance the same, we dress the same and we breathe in all the beauty of journey the same... there are no borders, no wars, no social differences, nothing that could make us judge each other. Together in this vast beautiful world to explore... till the final moment, final destination, standing by each others side and breathing in all the wonder, when all there is- Life itself, all in this world is celebrating Life...  

elephant waiting for a friend~

...it's been a long time. Time for melting chocolate and sour berries... Time for searching very important things in my heart... memory is a weird thing... it's never the way things really were. Atmosphere of wonderful illusions and sunlight through the curtains... Stomping my own little me with all the things I thought were true and I created them. I created crashing castles and burning rivers, I created flowers in the shade and heavy rocks, I created my protectors and my enemies... Now it's only little me standing in an empty field full of nothing with a big wish to create. Only now I know, that I have to be careful... Careful with words, careful with stained glass feelings and strangled fears of Dreams.

I'm remembering what I wanted to be... and it hurts. It still hurts...and now by seeing clearly my reflection I know that this is just a reflection... I'm bigger than this. I can hold forests in my palms, I can draw on the sky and play run away games with clouds by creating gentle breeze with my breath... I can hide hunted animals in my hair and pray so loudly, the Earth would echo...