It is still a miracle... / To je još uvijek čudo....(Buna)

Hello dear readers! We'll start this photography and travel post with a quote.

 'I' do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming. The thing that has never happened before is still happening. It is still a miracle. 

Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light

Zdravo dragi čitatelji! Započet ćemo ovu odjevnu objavu i putopis citatom. 

 "Ja", to nije bitno.  Nijedna riječ nije bitna. No, čovjek zaboravlja stvarnost i pamti riječi. Što više riječi zapamti, to ga pametnijim smatraju ljudi oko njega. On gleda velike pretvorbe svijeta, ali ne vidi ih onako kako ih je vidio čovjek koji je gledao stvarnost po prvi put. Njihova imena dolaze na njihove usne i on se smije kad ih okusi, misleći da ih poznaje ako ih imenuje. Stvar koja se nikada prije nije dogodila još se događa. To je još čudo.

Roger Zelazny, Gospodar svjetlosti 

This is quote from one of my all time favourite novels. If you get the chance, read it. So, that would be my book recommendation of the day (post update from the future- I reviewed Lord of Light and you can read my review here. Today's post is a continuation of the last one. The outfit I'm wearing is almost the same, I only added another layer with this ski jacket. 

Location is well known to the regular visitors of my blog. Once again, I couldn't resist visiting Buna river (located in vicinity of Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina).

Ovo je citat iz jednoga od mojih najdražih romana, dobijete li priliku, pročitajte ga. To bi bila moja preporuka knjige dane (dojava iz budućnosti- dodala sam recenziju ovog romana na blog, poveznica u engleskom dijelu teksta). Današnja objava je zapravo nastavak prošle. Odjevna kombinacija je ista, samo sam dodala jedan sloj s ovom skijaškom jaknom. 

Mjesto snimanja je vjerujem dobro poznato redovitim čitateljima bloga. Ponovo nisam mogla odoljeti posjeti rijeke Bune (koja se nalazi u blizini Mostara, BIH).

scarf/šal: gift/ poklon
blouse/bluza: old
blazer/ sako: Izetajacket/jakna: alpinepro
skirt/suknja:dresslink
boots/ čizme: Peko

“I have many names, and none of them matter. Names are not important. To speak is to name names, but to speak is not important. A thing happens once that has never happened before. Seeing it, a man looks upon reality. He cannot tell others what he has seen. Others wish to know, however, so the question him saying, 'What is it like, this thing you have seen?' So he tries to tell them. Perhaps he has seen the very first fire in the world. He tells them, 'It is red, like a poppy, but through it dance other colors. It has no form, like water, flowing everywhere. It is warm, like the sun of summer, only warmer. It exists for a time upon a piece of wood, and then the wood is gone, as though it were eaten, leaving behind that which is black and can be sifted like sand. When the wood is gone, it too is gone.' Therefore, the hearers must think reality is like a poppy, like water, like the sun, like that which eats and excretes. They think it is like to anything that they are told it is like by the man who has known it. But they have not looked upon fire. They cannot really know it. They can only know of it. But fire comes again into the world, many times. More men look upon fire. After a time, fire is as common as grass and clouds and the air they breathe. They see that, while it is like a poppy, it is not a poppy, while it is like water, it is not water, while it is like the sun, it is not the sun, and while it is like that which eats and passes wastes, it is not that which eats and passes wastes, but something different from each of these apart or all of these together. So they look upon this new thing and they make a new word to call it. They call it 'fire.'
If they come upon one who still has not seen it and they speak to him of fire, he does not know what they mean. So they, in turn, fall back upon telling him what fire is like. As they do so, they know from their own experience that what they are telling him is not the truth, but only part of it. They know that this man will never know reality from their words, though all the words in the world are theirs to use. He must look upon the fire, smell of it, warm his hands by it, stare into its heart, or remain forever ignorant. Therefore, 'fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matter. But man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming. The thing that has never happened before is still happening. It is still a miracle. The great burning blossom squats, flowing, upon the limb of the world, excreting the ash of the world, and being none of these things I have named and at the same time all of them, and this is reality-the Nameless.”
Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light

“Call themselves?" asked Yama.

 "You are wrong, Sam, Godhood is more than a name.

 It is a condition of being. 

One does not achieve it merely by being immortal, for even the lowliest laborer in the fields may achieve continuity of existence. 

Is it then the conditioning of an Aspect? 

No. Any competent hypnotist can play games with the self-image.

 Is it the raising up of an Attribute? Of course not.

 I can design machines more powerful and more accurate than any faculty a man may cultivate. 

Being a god is the quality of being able to be yourself to such an extent that your passions correspond with the forces of the universe, so that those who look upon you know this without hearing your name spoken. 

Some ancient poet said that the world is full of echoes and correspondences. 

Another wrote a long poem of an inferno, wherein each man suffered a torture which coincided in nature with those forces which had ruled his life. 

Being a god is being able to recognize within one's self these things that are important, and then to strike the single note that brings them into alignment with everything else that exists. 

Then, beyond morals or logic or esthetics, one is wind or fire, the sea, the mountains, rain, the sun or the stars, the flight of an arrow, the end of a day, the clasp of love. 

One rules through one's ruling passions. 

Those who look upon gods then say, without even knowing their names, 'He is Fire. She is Dance. He is Destruction. She is Love.' 

So, to reply to your statement, they do not call themselves gods.

 Everyone else does, though, everyone who beholds them."

"So they play that on their fascist banjos, eh?"

"You choose the wrong adjective."

"You've already used up all the others.”

Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light

“The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown. Some do bow in that final direction. Others advance upon it. To bow before the one is to lose sight of the three. I may submit to the unknown, but never to the unknowable. The man who bows in that final direction is either a saint or a fool. I have no use for either.”
 Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light

UPDATE FROM THE FUTURE (2025)- I update this blog regularly to promote fashion sustainability and sustainable travel. 

In this 2024 post, you can both read about one of my latest visits to Bunica river/ recreational area and find links to 30 more ways to style this tartan jacket!

Bunica recreational area is beautiful.

It's magical.

It's a place where you learn that life is still a miracle.

Or rather a place where you recall that- It is still a miracle.

You can explore more links to see this location better (and in all seasons) here, here, here, here and here 

 

POST UPDATE 2025 - More links leading to more posts about Buna!

TWO LOCATIONS: BUNA AND MOSTAR

A SHORT VISIT TO BUNA 2020  & SPRING STYLING 2021 & ANNIVERSARY VISIT SUMMER 2021

OLD VISITS  TO BUNA  For example in 2013, I showed you a photograph I took of a beautiful bird Euroasian Hoopoe. The same year, I showed you the spring of river Buna that is said to be the most powerful spring in Europe.  If, you want to see more of this place, you can read about one of my earliest visits here (2013), you can see an outfit post with Buna in the background here (2013), you can read about spring time and my love of flowers here (2017), you can read about my most recent visit here (2017), you can read about winter magic in Buna revisited post here (2016), you can read about summer magic here (2015). Bellow you can find even more links to some of my older posts about Buna and my visits to this place:  April 6th, 2013, November 28th, 2016,  May 16th, 2017,  June 10th, 2018,  January 24th, 2018,  May 18th, 2018,  March 20th, 2019, March 27th, 2019

September 14th, 2019. 

*Poveznice (linkovi) za starije objave posvećene posjetima Buni u engleskom dijelu teksta. 

A photograph with my husband/ photographer!

Post update from the future: DON'T FORGET THAT BLAGAJ IS LOCATED A SHORT DRIVE AWAY! Below find links that can guide you through your visits to Blagaj.

WHAT TO SEE AND IN BLAGAJ? READ MY POST FROM 2019

VISIT BLAGAJ FORTRESS WITH ME!  READ MY POST FROM 2021

“Then every man would be as a god, you see. The result of this, of course, would be that there would no longer be any gods, only men. We would give them knowledge of the sciences and the arts, which we possess, and in so doing we would destroy their simple faith and remove all basis for their hoping that things will be better—for the best way to destroy faith or hope is to let it be realized.”
Lord of Light

“You were correct, for all men have within them both that which is dark and that which is light.
A man is a thing of many divisions, not a pure, clear flame such as you once were. His intellect often wars with his emotions, his will with his desires . . .his ideals are at odds with his environment, and if he follows them, he knows keenly the loss of that which was old, but if he does not follow them, he feels the pain of having forsaken a new and noble dream.

Whatever he does represents both a gain and a loss, an arrival and a departure. Always he mourns that
which is gone and fears some part of that which is new. Reason opposes tradition. Emotions oppose the
restrictions his fellow men lay upon him. Always, from the friction of these things, there arises the
thing you called the curse of man and mocked; guilt!”  ....Quoted from Lord of Light

“If it will give you any satisfaction in the end, I still care for you. Either there is no such thing as love, or the word does not mean what I have thought it to mean on many different occasions. It is a feeling without a name, really—better to leave it at that. So take it and go away and have your fun with it. You know that we would both be at one another's throats again one day, as soon as we run out of common enemies. We had many fine reconciliations, but were they ever worth the pain that preceded them? Know that you have won and that you are the goddess I worship—for are not worship and religious awe a combination of love and hate, desire and fear?”
Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light

“But look around you...  Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.” Lord of Light

“Each day recapitulates the history of the world, coming up out of darkness and cold into confused light and beginning warmth, consciousness blinking its eyes somewhere in midmorning, awakening thoughts a jumble of illogic and unattached emotion, and all speeding together toward the order of moontide, the slow poignant decline of dusk, the mystical vision of twilight, the end of entropy that is night once more.”

Lord of Light

scarf/šal: gift/ poklon
blouse/bluza: old
blazer/ sako: Izetajacket/jakna: alipine pro
skirt/suknja: dresslink
boots/ čizme: Peko