tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32938820898299091312024-03-17T23:01:44.184-04:00Victoria WestWelcome! Bine ati venit!
A bilingual blog about fashion, style, beauty, trends, celebrities, movies, books, travels and moreVictoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.comBlogger741125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-42820583736337089192024-03-08T10:07:00.010-05:002024-03-08T10:08:19.966-05:00POEM: International Women's Day<span style="font-size: medium;">I wish you to be loved.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To be adored.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To be desired.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To be pampered.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To be beautiful.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To be cheerful.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To be fulfilled.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To be happy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Not only on women’s day but on any day.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy International Women’s Day.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">From my book of poetry <b>Sunset in Toronto,</b> page 59.</span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-86921528152716947032024-03-03T07:00:00.052-05:002024-03-08T10:09:01.945-05:00POEM: The Japanese Maple Tree<span style="font-size: medium;">My neighborhood looks the prettiest in the spring.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When I go for a walk in the park,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I notice the blooming trees along the street.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I take out my phone and photograph the blooms.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">There is a Japanese maple tree in front of my neighbor’s house
down the street. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s rather unique,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And I am fascinated by this perfect creation of Mother Nature.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I stop in front of the house and take a few pictures of the tree.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My neighbor sees me from her house, and she gets out.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">She encourages me to approach the tree and take closer
pictures from her driveway.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I gather she is used to the attention that her precious Japanese
maple tree is getting,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s the only one in our neighborhood.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I thank my neighbor for her kind gesture,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And don’t hesitate to come closer to the tree.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It is indeed special.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I gently touch the delicate red leaves; they feel like velvet.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Legend has it that the Japanese maple tree brings good fortune
to the household where it grows.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It can reflect and absorb the happiness and the sadness of the
people who live in the house.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When the members of the household are happy,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The red leaves of the tree are full of life and velvety rich.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When the family is struck by sadness,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The tree leaves are crying in pain.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Today, when I notice the tree,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its leaves are full and velvety rich.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The tree looks happy,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And the family who lives in this house must be happy too.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">How can you not be happy when such a marvel of nature
brings you joy every single time you look outside the window?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And it brings you so much contentment that you want to share
it with your neighbors.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Legend has it that the Japanese maple three brings good
fortune to the household where it grows,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And this good fortune goes both ways.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The tree with the velvety red leaves brings joy to the family that
takes care of it,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And in return the family lets the tree absorb their happiness,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A nourishing balm for the velvety red leaves.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">From my book of poetry <b>Sunset in Toronto</b> (2021), page 154.</span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-90080962599645793412024-03-01T10:12:00.005-05:002024-03-01T10:38:03.265-05:00Martisor fericit!<span style="font-size: medium;">Dragele mele, va doresc tuturor sa aveti parte de o primavara frumoasa, calda, splendida, plina de culoare, lumina, soare, incantare si bucurii, o primavara cum nu ati mai avut! O primavara cu flori, gingasie, zambete, iubire si fericire, o primavara fabuloasa, o primavara asa cum va doriti, si care sa va insenineze sufletele si inimile!</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Martisor fericit si la multi ani!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Cu drag, Victoria West.
</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbLz02h0LFvxF_m0CWryGpm4uFtXEqG9dqdYOPig1Qt4l6cXT0QjkHziFXNxNcyu-uo51XePkZYyhVEEwMeNqqiibmWIMp2JeYerPlShWV2UeBJd0KhdFy0_Xb3th2ereQFEukzdwZqQulvHv1rMmZTSwZpuglVy45yF59_Im5Najv_uee91Ak97eUbg/s1600/Martisor1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="1200" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbLz02h0LFvxF_m0CWryGpm4uFtXEqG9dqdYOPig1Qt4l6cXT0QjkHziFXNxNcyu-uo51XePkZYyhVEEwMeNqqiibmWIMp2JeYerPlShWV2UeBJd0KhdFy0_Xb3th2ereQFEukzdwZqQulvHv1rMmZTSwZpuglVy45yF59_Im5Najv_uee91Ak97eUbg/w594-h413/Martisor1.jpg" width="594" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo credit: Google Images</td></tr></tbody></table>
</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-91142060388512210272024-02-22T10:24:00.007-05:002024-02-22T10:36:29.081-05:00POEM: Half<span style="font-size: medium;">You are my other half.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My better half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My kinder half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My sweeter half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My gentler half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My dreamy half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My dearest half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My beloved half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My all-time favorite half.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My one and only half.</span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-23588502638590060802024-02-14T06:00:00.012-05:002024-02-14T06:00:00.134-05:00Happy Valentine's Day!<span style="font-size: medium;">My dear friends and readers,</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As we celebrate this day dedicated to love and affection, may your heart overflow with joy and warmth. Whether you're spending the day with a significant other, cherished friends, or simply reveling in self-love, may it be filled with moments that make your soul dance and your spirit soar. On this Valentine's Day, let's embrace the beauty of love in all its manifestations and spread its light wherever we go.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">On today's Day of Love, I would like to share with you two of my paintings that I did in 2019 (acrylic on canvas), when I just started painting as a new hobby -- <b>Love</b> and <b>Family. </b>Both of these paintings are dedicated to those whom I love the most, my husband and my son.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In the beginning, I was painting very two-dimensional, but I hope to develop my painting techniques to create more complex works in the future, I am self-taught when it comes to painting.
</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAD5ZxO6oorXgt_wP7GxOw7v2AWvV_wLz8WGodQ9nqgVlf8v64EF8ZwMFjy5LdmnogKNNvh-7h6WI2mJxOOJOM6Qj5hE_1wImL5ZWvAR3Fi5XTP_rqhfmNA_pSsdNHdUU9VuAYAThTJ_mfm-gONPxYJdUyrtngjX3o9z5WgQdoo2rP3cTrLm345pgRWj4/s1600/LOVE20192.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1318" data-original-width="1662" height="489" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAD5ZxO6oorXgt_wP7GxOw7v2AWvV_wLz8WGodQ9nqgVlf8v64EF8ZwMFjy5LdmnogKNNvh-7h6WI2mJxOOJOM6Qj5hE_1wImL5ZWvAR3Fi5XTP_rqhfmNA_pSsdNHdUU9VuAYAThTJ_mfm-gONPxYJdUyrtngjX3o9z5WgQdoo2rP3cTrLm345pgRWj4/w616-h489/LOVE20192.jpg" width="616" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love, 2019</td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywxSf3dmrQC0_ny2EtGhdLu30r-7GLCz7bv29JkvNRmGztAiM6UGM140EeKV5xuFxt9R4Qi5lb3uyC3BHdhKwt3t7ZuRB38jVsFzoApqEnMC9yErV-mGs1vDEDWEFrfocg598WLdsO8m0vY7VLpcKi2UNeHRNhfa7xUyazGd-yIMyT_UDeSP5qtWt7yk/s1600/Family2019.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1358" data-original-width="1810" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywxSf3dmrQC0_ny2EtGhdLu30r-7GLCz7bv29JkvNRmGztAiM6UGM140EeKV5xuFxt9R4Qi5lb3uyC3BHdhKwt3t7ZuRB38jVsFzoApqEnMC9yErV-mGs1vDEDWEFrfocg598WLdsO8m0vY7VLpcKi2UNeHRNhfa7xUyazGd-yIMyT_UDeSP5qtWt7yk/w619-h464/Family2019.jpg" width="619" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family, 2019</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">
The second painting, <b>Family,</b> made a cameo appearance in my book of poetry <b>Sunset in Toronto</b> published in 2021 -- page 35, to accompany the poem <b>I Wish I Were an Artist</b> from page 34.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Art (in its many forms) is also a great gift for friends and family, so I gifted many of my paintings to my friends as well, on different occasions, such as birthdays, Christmas, housewarming gifts.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Photo credit: Victoria West</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-23147292239439672572024-01-29T09:42:00.004-05:002024-01-30T08:38:35.792-05:00POEM: Mona Lisa<span style="font-size: medium;">I step into the grand hall of the Louvre,</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My heart pounding with anticipation.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The whispers of countless visitors fill the air,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Blitz flashes incessantly,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">But my focus remains unwavering.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I weave through the crowds,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Following the signs that lead me to her.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">She’s the first one I want to see.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And then, there she is,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The enigmatic smile that has captivated hearts for centuries.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Mona Lisa.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I stand in awe, studying every brushstroke, every subtle hue,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As if deciphering a secret language.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The crowded room seems to fade away,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Leaving only her and me in a timeless moment.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The protective barriers that stand between her and the admirers seem to not matter anymore.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The sheer magnitude of her presence is overwhelming,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A testament to the power of art.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As I finally tear myself away,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I carry her image within me,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Forever etched in my mind,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A souvenir of my pilgrimage to the heart of Paris.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I was devastated by the news at the Louvre Museum yesterday when two vandals attacked Mona Lisa. Such a sacrilege. The way how they decided to protest is not going to resolve the issue that they want to bring awareness to. If I were there, I would have dragged those two lunatics by their hair out of the museum. These two vandals (and anyone else who attacks art the same way) deserve to be banned from all museums and galleries of the world, forever. Luckily, they got arrested yesterday. But most importantly, Mona Lisa was not damaged, protected by her bulletproof glass wall.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I traveled to Paris and visited the Louvre for the first time in 2008. Mona Lisa was the very first exhibit that I wanted to see. The energy in the room where she resides was incredible that day. As it happened, it was also a Sunday. I had to wait in line for minutes to see her. Millions of people from all over the world come to Paris every year just to see her at the Louvre.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And then there are such scumbags who think they can change the world by throwing soup at THE MOST VALUABLE PAINTING IN THE WORLD, in the entire history of humanity.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I wrote this poem last year. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to visit the Louvre and see Mona Lisa.</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FJnIsSwwBIntxB6YSKh8lqqrAMVOu04uVj6a2L3qNJmGaJxHRuv7kPAEhtB0Q3W0CA5d67NZ2-dyP_ePF4KAyitsOq_AvyWdEoqKFWXQFlB5CPfcepkHj6S_TPTovFvXvANR4RpumrpiRE-wb7uI0-oQraz9C-1M1uvG4f6ts3A3h2K4jnh3Ln7iluY/s1600/IMG_4947.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FJnIsSwwBIntxB6YSKh8lqqrAMVOu04uVj6a2L3qNJmGaJxHRuv7kPAEhtB0Q3W0CA5d67NZ2-dyP_ePF4KAyitsOq_AvyWdEoqKFWXQFlB5CPfcepkHj6S_TPTovFvXvANR4RpumrpiRE-wb7uI0-oQraz9C-1M1uvG4f6ts3A3h2K4jnh3Ln7iluY/w300-h400/IMG_4947.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paris, Louvre, October 2008. Photo credit: Victoria West</td></tr></tbody></table></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-40312072173681729472024-01-24T10:25:00.007-05:002024-01-24T10:26:15.411-05:00POEM: The White Lighthouse<span style="font-size: medium;">Standing tall and proud on the sandy shores of Lake Ontario,</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The white lighthouse is a beacon of hope for sailors navigating treacherous waters.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its gleaming façade contrasts beautifully with the azure sky and the deep blue expanse of the lake.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">For generations, the lighthouse has faithfully guided ships to safety,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its light cutting through the darkness like a celestial sword.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It has seen storms and serenity,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Witnessed tears of parting and joyous reunions,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Became a silent witness to the ebb and flow of life on the shore of the lake.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Townspeople have come to cherish the lighthouse for the sense of security and comfort it provides to all who lay eyes upon it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its stoic presence is a reminder of the enduring strength that guides them through life’s tempestuous seas.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The lighthouse comes alive when the sun sets below the horizon.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its light flickers in the dusk,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Illuminating the darkening sky and announcing its unwavering commitment to safeguarding the sailors once more.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Seagulls soar gracefully around it,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Their calls adding a symphonic touch to the tranquil scene.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Families stroll along the shore,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Their laughter blending with the gentle lapping of the waves.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The night envelops the town.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The beam of the lighthouse stands firm, sweeping across the waters like a celestial brush,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its dance casting a guiding path for ships yet to come.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Here, on the shore of Lake Ontario,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The white lighthouse remains a symbol of hope, resilience, and a community bastion.</span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-54829596159199797832024-01-22T09:38:00.002-05:002024-01-22T09:38:39.337-05:00A Love Poem<span style="font-size: medium;">All I want on a cold winter day is a glass of wine, a book, and you.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I wake up every day grateful that you are still in my life.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I was born into this world to love you.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Love is everywhere. In my heart, my soul, my thoughts.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When I say I love you, I really mean I love you.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">You’re the only one who can unlock my heart.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Your being away is torture for me, I’m counting the minutes until you’re back.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Don’t be afraid to give wings to your heart, I will catch it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">An experimental poem dedicated to love inspired by quotes about love from some of my short poems previously published on my social media pages. </span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-14290942445006806102024-01-17T12:24:00.002-05:002024-01-23T09:44:49.540-05:00POEM: The Antiques Shop<span style="font-size: medium;">I’m on a road trip.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A journey of discovery.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I drive through the winding roads of the countryside.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">On my way across the country,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I stumble upon a charming little town that seems almost frozen in time.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I am intrigued by its quaint atmosphere.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I decide to explore its streets on foot.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It doesn’t take long for a unique storefront to catch my eye.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s an antiques shop with a faded sign that reads “The Attic with the Memories”.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The moment I step inside,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A rush of nostalgia envelops me.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The shop is a treasure trove of forgotten artifacts,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Each of them whispering stories of days long gone.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Among the dusty shelves,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I spot an old journal,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its leather cover showing signs of age.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I open it,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And a delicate handwriting from the sixties dances before my eyes,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Revealing the heartfelt words of a young woman in love.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Enthralled by the mysterious woman’s enchanting story,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I find myself lost in her world.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">With each turn of the yellowed pages,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I become a witness to her hopes, dreams, and struggles.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Her words transport me to a time when love was innocent,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Handwritten letters were cherished,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And every emotion held a profound weight.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I can’t resist taking this precious memento home.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I will forever be captivated by the life and love of its owner.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Amid my road trip,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I am grateful that I have found a profound connection to a young woman who once walked these streets,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Penning her heart into this now-treasured journal which I will cherish like a priceless gem.</span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-64217461077710895632024-01-15T13:59:00.001-05:002024-01-15T13:59:14.955-05:00POEM: The Winter Solstice<span style="font-size: medium;">On the eve of the winter solstice,</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A serene hush descends upon the world.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Delicate snowflakes pirouette from the heavens,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Transforming the landscape into a pristine tableau of white.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The air is crisp,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And the silvery glow of the moon casts an ethereal sheen over the snow-covered earth.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Beneath the blanket of frost, the world seems to hold its breath in quiet reverence for the shortest day of the year.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and lavender,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">People gather around fireplaces and candles,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Celebrating the triumph of light over darkness, warmth over cold.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">With the arrival of the winter solstice,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Mother Nature embarks on her silent dance,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Marking the turning point in the celestial cycle.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As the night reaches its pinnacle,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The world prepares to bid farewell to the longest night and welcome the slow but steady return of daylight.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In the days that follow,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A subtle shift occurs,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Imperceptible to the impatient eye.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The sun’s ascent comes a fraction earlier each morning,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And the daylight is extended bit by bit,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Promising the gradual awakening of the earth from its winter slumber.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The winter solstice is not just the climax of darkness,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It symbolizes the inception of a hopeful journey towards spring,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As the days increase in length,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Mirroring the renewal of life and the promise of warmer days to come.</span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-4708034457860806042024-01-01T20:47:00.003-05:002024-01-01T20:47:58.250-05:00POEM: Resolutions<span style="font-size: medium;">I’m not the kind of New Year’s Eve resolutions gal.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When the magic night between the years comes,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I hold on to the moment.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I raise the glass.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I kiss my love on the lips.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I wish for a happier new year.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">What else do people have on their minds when the new year is here?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Read more books.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Travel more.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Exercise more.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Lose more weight.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Spend more time with friends and family.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Go to all the new restaurants in town.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Quit smoking.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Get married.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Find a new job.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I don’t say any of these things to myself at twelve o’clock when the old year leaves and the new one knocks at the door.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I would be disappointed should any of them not be achieved by the end of the new year.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Instead, I let it surprise me with its best to give.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And I simply say,</span></div><div><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy New Year!</span></i></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And I hope for the happiest of it.</span></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-11796291234362839542023-12-24T00:07:00.031-05:002023-12-24T00:07:00.136-05:00Wishing You a Merry Christmas!My dear friends and readers,<div><br /></div><div>Wishing you a season filled with love, laughter, and joy! May your heart be light, your days be merry, and your holidays be bright.</div><div><br /></div><div>Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yours truly, Victoria West</div><div><br /></div><div>**********</div><div><br /></div><div>Dragii mei prieteni si cititori,</div><div><br /></div><div>Va urez un Craciun plin de iubire, bucurie și momente frumoase alaturi de cei dragi! Sa va fie inima usoara, zilele pline de zambete insorite si sa aveti parte de sarbatori stralucitoare.</div><div><br /></div><div>Crăciun Fericit!</div><div><br /></div><div>A voastra, Victoria West
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</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-52669803846756749122023-12-23T00:05:00.000-05:002023-12-23T00:05:00.252-05:00POEM: ChristmasIt’s Saturday morning before Christmas.<div>I’m home with my kin.</div><div>All Christmas shopping is already done,</div><div>And the gifts are safely hidden until Christmas day.</div><div>Time to decorate the Christmas tree.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I was a little girl,</div><div>I loved decorating the Christmas tree with my family.</div><div>It was my most beloved family tradition,</div><div>And I was looking forward to it every holiday season.</div><div>I loved the glittery Christmas balls, the lights, the tinsel.</div><div>And of course, the star.</div><div>As the youngest member of the family,</div><div>I was always the one to put the star on top of the tree, the final touch.</div><div><br /></div><div>Years later, I have my own family.</div><div>Saturday before Christmas is the day to decorate the Christmas tree in my living room.</div><div>I kept my old family tradition alive,</div><div>And I passed it on to my next generation.</div><div>Now my son is the one who puts the star on top of the Christmas tree, year after year.</div><div>And I still love the glittery Christmas balls, the lights, the tinsel.</div><div>And of course, the star.</div><div>Everything is ready for Santa to come.</div><div><br /></div><div>Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones.
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</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-66773350895503763022023-12-22T11:39:00.007-05:002023-12-22T11:39:49.614-05:00POEM: The Old FlameAs I scrolled through my social media feed,<div>A familiar name caught my eye.</div><div>My heart skipped a beat as memories flooded back from my freshman days,</div><div>When we were sweethearts.</div><div>It had been over a decade since we last saw each other,</div><div>But the excitement of reconnecting stirred within me.</div><div><br /></div><div>With trembling fingers,</div><div>I sent a message,</div><div>Not knowing if he would remember me.</div><div>Days turned into hours,</div><div>And hours into minutes,</div><div>Until a notification popped up.</div><div>It’s him – a genuine smile plastered on his profile picture.</div><div><i>How have you been?</i></div><div>We exchanged stories of our lives,</div><div>Sharing laughter and reminiscing about the adventures we had embarked pon as youngsters.</div><div>It felt like time had ceased to exist for a moment as we reconnected,</div><div>Even though our lives had taken different paths after college years.</div><div><i>I did miss you, you know.</i></div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-10040181180227747422023-12-20T11:29:00.000-05:002023-12-20T11:29:30.190-05:00POEM: EverestThe strongest.<div>The greatest.</div><div>The grandest.</div><div>The farthest.</div><div>The highest.</div><div>The coldest.</div><div>The wonderful.</div><div>The splendid.</div><div>The spectacular.</div><div>The magnificent.</div><div>The powerful.</div><div>The unachievable.</div><div>The impossible.</div><div>The closest to the sky.</div><div><br /></div><div>~~~~~~~~~~</div><div><br /></div><div>From my book of poetry <b>Sunset in Toronto</b> (2021), page 201.</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-13185013775963311242023-12-18T09:31:00.006-05:002023-12-18T09:31:57.958-05:00POEM: The Gremlin FriendI had always been a solitary person,<div>Content with my own company.</div><div>But one day, a mischievous gremlin stumbled into my life.</div><div>It had big, mischievous green eyes,</div><div>And a big, mischievous grin that promised adventure.</div><div>I named it Giggles.</div><div><br /></div><div>At first, Giggles brought laughter and excitement into my world,</div><div>But as time went on,</div><div>I realized that our friendship came at a cost.</div><div>Giggles was an ever energy-drainer,</div><div>A selfish little monster,</div><div>Constantly demanding attention and leaving my batteries depleted.</div><div>There were nights when I was asking myself,</div><div>Fidgeting in my bed and unable to sleep,</div><div><i>Where did all my energy go?</i></div><div>It seemed like every ounce of strength I possessed was siphoned away by Giggles’ presence.</div><div>I became a mere shadow of myself, worn out and exhausted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until I finally made a difficult decision.</div><div>With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to Giggles,</div><div>Severing the bond that had grown between us.</div><div>I walked away and made a promise to myself never to look back,</div><div>Reclaiming the energy and vitality that had been lost.</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-3835918403503564672023-12-17T13:21:00.004-05:002023-12-17T13:21:50.859-05:00POEM: Merry ChristmasChristmas is here.<div>It brings us faith, kindness, and light.</div><div>It makes a real difference in the world.</div><div>It changes lives for the better.</div><div>God bless you and your loved ones.</div><div>Merry Christmas.</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-39435411776347081902023-12-16T13:59:00.001-05:002023-12-16T13:59:25.724-05:00POEM: La SeineI stroll along the banks of La Seine.<div>Paris unfolding before my eyes like a painting brought to life.</div><div>The river flows gently like a ribbon of dreams,</div><div>Her surface shimmering with the reflections of the city’s timeless elegance.</div><div><br /></div><div>I listen to La Seine murmuring secrets of past romances,</div><div>Her rippling waves carrying echoes of laughter and whispered promises.</div><div>She is the keeper of the collective memories of the tender souls who fell in love</div><div>And pledged their hearts to each other beneath her moonlit embrace.</div><div><br /></div><div>La Seine, a living poem, a mirror of the spirit of Paris,</div><div>Weaves her waters into tales of resilience and passion.</div><div>Bateaux-mouches glide along her currents,</div><div>Mesmerizing all who watch their graceful dance.</div><div><br /></div><div>La Seine carries my troubles and my pains away,</div><div>And gives me back tranquility and love.</div><div>I find solace in the river’s serenity,</div><div>My heart eternally intertwined with the symphony of Paris.</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-14769286364023836832023-12-15T10:45:00.001-05:002023-12-15T10:45:17.249-05:00POEM: La Tour EiffelI remember my teacher of French from the school years.<div>She was the best teacher of Voltaire’s tongue a pupil could ask for.</div><div>She made me love the most beautiful language on earth.</div><div>She made me dream of Paris.</div><div>Before I graduated from school, I promised myself that one day I would see Paris with my own eyes.</div><div>I used to picture myself in the company of La Tour Eiffel as the very first thing to do in Paris once I set foot in the City of Lights.</div><div><br /></div><div>My dream came true when I grew up.</div><div>Once in Paris, the very first thing I did indeed was to greet the Eiffel Tower.</div><div>My steps took me to Trocadéro Place.</div><div>Hello Beauty!</div><div>I stood beneath the radiant sky of Paris,</div><div>My heart dancing with anticipation,</div><div>Hypnotized by the majestic view of the Eiffel Tower.</div><div>She stood tall,</div><div>A graceful iron giant reaching for the heavens,</div><div>Her lattice structure woven into delicate lace.</div><div>The Tower’s elegant silhouette painted against the backdrop of the Parisian sky,</div><div>Casting an ethereal glow upon the city,</div><div>As if the stars themselves had descended to earth to witness her splendor.</div><div>La Tour Eiffel, a beacon of hope and inspiration, whispered stories of passion and longing,</div><div>Reminding me that within her intricate framework, dreams and love were captured in a timeless embrace.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I am still grateful to my teacher of French for making me fall in love with Paris.</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-70577823081011615702023-12-14T10:36:00.000-05:002023-12-14T10:36:06.497-05:00POEM: A Sunrise in ParisParis.<div>A sunny autumn morning.</div><div>I draw open the curtains of my hotel room.</div><div>My breath is taken away by the panorama unfolded before my eyes.</div><div>A canvas of pink, orange, and gold hues stretches across the sky.</div><div>The Eiffel Tower stands magnificently in the distance,</div><div>Her silhouette illuminated by the soft morning light.</div><div>It is a sight that captures the essence of Paris,</div><div>The city of love,</div><div>The city of romance,</div><div>The city of beauty.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can’t tear my gaze away from the mesmerizing extravaganza before me.</div><div>The city slowly awakens to the sunshine,</div><div>A golden spell cast over La Seine.</div><div>Time stops still</div><div>As I stand motionless at the window of my hotel room,</div><div>Transfixed by the splendor of nature’s artistry.</div><div>At this very moment,</div><div>Paris feels like a dream,</div><div>Etching the memory deep into my heart,</div><div>And I never want to leave.</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-28776163558946751162023-12-13T10:02:00.001-05:002023-12-13T10:02:12.766-05:00POEM: The Morning CoffeeAs the morning sun gently baths the room in a warm golden glow,<div>I find myself eagerly anticipating the ritual</div><div>That brings immense joy to my heart.</div><div>I make my way to the cozy kitchen,</div><div>Where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air,</div><div>Awakening my senses.</div><div>And there he is,</div><div>The man I love,</div><div>Standing by the counter with a smile</div><div>That could light up the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>We exchange soft greetings once I join him,</div><div>Our fingers intertwining effortlessly</div><div>As we prepare the morning elixir.</div><div>The clinking of cups and the rhythmic pouring of coffee create a soothing symphony</div><div>That accompanies our conversation.</div><div>With each sip, the rich brew infuses our souls with warmth and comfort,</div><div>Mirroring the love that bound us together.</div><div>In these precious sunny moments,</div><div>As we share passionate kisses in the kitchen</div><div>And whisper sweet nothings while holding our cups,</div><div>I can’t help but feel</div><div>That these simple mornings,</div><div>Filled with love and coffee,</div><div>Are the true essence of happiness.</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-76392343670992209852023-12-12T06:00:00.026-05:002023-12-14T08:54:49.917-05:00Daytona Beach, Florida, USAFor today's story I would like to share a few photographs from my recent vacation in the USA this past October. My destination was Georgia and Florida. I already shared a few photos from Georgia in one of my previous stories earlier this month, and Florida is following suit today. I visited Daytona Beach in Florida during this vacation, and I absolutely loved it, it's such a beautiful place! I tremendously enjoyed my trip to Florida this year, and I definitely intend to go to Florida again in the future. The place and the people left a great impression on me, and I had a marvelous time there.<div><br /></div><div>Here are some pictures from Daytona Beach, Florida, 30 degrees Celsius in October.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you enjoy them! 😊
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Photo credit: Victoria West</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-56575986304217919452023-12-11T10:39:00.004-05:002023-12-11T11:14:16.025-05:00"Things I Don’t Share on Social Media" – the New Journal Is HereAs I was mentioning in my previous stories on the blog, I released a new journal recently, titled <b>Things I </b><b>Don’t</b><b> Share on Social Media,</b> and now the journal is available on Amazon! 😊 I just ordered my first batch of journals, to show them off here on the blog and my social media platforms. Hope you like them! 🥰 Some of them will probably go out as gifts to friends and family, now that the holiday season is also upon us.<div><br /></div><div>Features:</div><div>- Paperback, glossy cover;</div><div>- Size 8.5" x 5.5";</div><div>- 160 lined pages, featuring selected lines from my poetry every 10 pages.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please check it out!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Things I Don’t Share on Social Media: A Journal – Amazon.ca</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Things I Don’t Share on Social Media: A Journal – Amazon.com</a></div><div><br /></div><div>********************</div><div><br /></div><div>De curand am creat un obiect de papetarie — un carnet/agenda/jurnal intitulat <b>Things I Don’t Share on Social Media.</b> Jurnalul este disponibil pe Amazon in Canada, SUA, precum si toate celelalte tari unde Amazon este prezent. Tocmai mi-a sosit prima comanda de exemplare ale jurnalului, pe care voiam sa vi le arat astazi pe blog. Unele din ele vor fi probabil cadouri pentru prieteni si membri ai familiei, avand in vedere ca suntem deja in preajma sarbatorilor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jurnalul are 160 pagini liniate, este de marime standard, are coperta de tip paperback, iar fiecare a 10-a pagina contine cate un citat din poeziile mele.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sper sa va placa! 🥰</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Things I Don’t Share on Social Media: A Journal – Amazon.ca</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Things I Don’t Share on Social Media: A Journal – Amazon.com</a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UHlA_VGfFcQlPJIarHF-MSlNmgjzvWZwNQ1RGTUGP4-YMqHDYyNxZi-Q2qnbdZXAFQS4ttLqOE9Wq05hzDpf1TB-CDgh6EcvdodNFA7RpjDHN1r75747T-uekjsCZi7Z8EPgfbOQjJ1F37wzyThItCt6xm_kkc-_OLF1osZT9nUVg2f2zD6QLsEkyWI/s2950/J1.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2950" data-original-width="2950" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UHlA_VGfFcQlPJIarHF-MSlNmgjzvWZwNQ1RGTUGP4-YMqHDYyNxZi-Q2qnbdZXAFQS4ttLqOE9Wq05hzDpf1TB-CDgh6EcvdodNFA7RpjDHN1r75747T-uekjsCZi7Z8EPgfbOQjJ1F37wzyThItCt6xm_kkc-_OLF1osZT9nUVg2f2zD6QLsEkyWI/s600/J1.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcnnt_gsyxVIgOXW2yJWSccJTvLYPa5nRzvv-mOgy59pIHOmJ2I-D5jB2MCMSvu1TjPswezetC5k4YGnv2V1K6_KDJXQhd6xz6IaG3BylMHWZ_JjFVK3JLSuQnnfpp8dLYswNFY-t__xQobc81AABXdBbVTrnj5GYuTKNl5RPlLNYwI8SHNS78LvR6jC0/s3007/J2.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3007" data-original-width="3007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcnnt_gsyxVIgOXW2yJWSccJTvLYPa5nRzvv-mOgy59pIHOmJ2I-D5jB2MCMSvu1TjPswezetC5k4YGnv2V1K6_KDJXQhd6xz6IaG3BylMHWZ_JjFVK3JLSuQnnfpp8dLYswNFY-t__xQobc81AABXdBbVTrnj5GYuTKNl5RPlLNYwI8SHNS78LvR6jC0/s600/J2.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-uP3D0yVZkyjqtUW2Bxy9sk8gXYttJqsgQcF7Fb0fciQ3hzNkRG8f3gnPexXec7TZ3KKtDBdzwjni9RZz12MUyPtRmfI50uvTfC1Tz_5trNIt_5SmhSDmALYo-8-lNXdxpdR3_6HOAXX_oLPkit9QAX9HgXhyNKiTpuRAXgQoEYmgn30OrpCAppT32Q/s2752/J3.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2752" data-original-width="2752" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-uP3D0yVZkyjqtUW2Bxy9sk8gXYttJqsgQcF7Fb0fciQ3hzNkRG8f3gnPexXec7TZ3KKtDBdzwjni9RZz12MUyPtRmfI50uvTfC1Tz_5trNIt_5SmhSDmALYo-8-lNXdxpdR3_6HOAXX_oLPkit9QAX9HgXhyNKiTpuRAXgQoEYmgn30OrpCAppT32Q/s600/J3.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT2wVx-rhGtqVq2ZLoYLwHEKyPybtFqxbFExfpjXiK3SYdImA0VlNTRXbu9QG3u8I0QeDpk_VG5NN0cPa3MuYJeJ3kF3j_T-W-uBHs87YwE-AaAo6jJ3ANbMMGxjBJMUhxF2W0qvuHeNZnnJaVAK_YsIwPG6g4sA5Mv_fFJnjzUSAwPKAnwGvrcw89l8/s3024/J4.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT2wVx-rhGtqVq2ZLoYLwHEKyPybtFqxbFExfpjXiK3SYdImA0VlNTRXbu9QG3u8I0QeDpk_VG5NN0cPa3MuYJeJ3kF3j_T-W-uBHs87YwE-AaAo6jJ3ANbMMGxjBJMUhxF2W0qvuHeNZnnJaVAK_YsIwPG6g4sA5Mv_fFJnjzUSAwPKAnwGvrcw89l8/s600/J4.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmNqn2jzbt0TwqpTAdrTvIyh3fvi7LAvt_tb1OnltqFhfq7TlM2H-3YuCqgsR_6ZsPqVn7sbjvnyPA3VNGuu_jwmNxHW5gG1w_XJAe51N2h4u0EoWDYL-yGg8tl4BoSqUHvbQo9R6yUGKy958cD1jqZpvhbPJ2X0ZzTRoFlRmIQ-X4lvB7-CjQuDIvSM/s3024/J5.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmNqn2jzbt0TwqpTAdrTvIyh3fvi7LAvt_tb1OnltqFhfq7TlM2H-3YuCqgsR_6ZsPqVn7sbjvnyPA3VNGuu_jwmNxHW5gG1w_XJAe51N2h4u0EoWDYL-yGg8tl4BoSqUHvbQo9R6yUGKy958cD1jqZpvhbPJ2X0ZzTRoFlRmIQ-X4lvB7-CjQuDIvSM/s600/J5.jpg" width="600" /></a></div>
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</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-76195936782678556792023-12-09T00:30:00.037-05:002023-12-11T13:39:50.736-05:00Despre diaristicaDragii mei prieteni si cititori, pentru astazi am o veste editoriala. De curand am creat un obiect de papetarie — un carnet/agenda/jurnal intitulat <b>Things I Don’t Share on Social Media.</b> Jurnalul este disponibil pe Amazon in Canada, SUA, precum si in toate celelalte tari unde Amazon este prezent.
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwVLhxilEawDtW7sMMta8j5s40FQi6b2jimnAgFmRRqelR0VteFgBu9g1kdwHazLJz6x2vZenf2rpsnxlYkUZNZ5-Y0c86jkFBXoWoMRiipWnW55jzmBG_2YbWbbdpAdmQ8SkeekWU5PbClFXA6wYwgqLW-sdkqb8Otgw9cpKUBppUQp49kdEyH3Lcgo/s2584/VW%20Journ%20cover%20back.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2584" data-original-width="1653" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwVLhxilEawDtW7sMMta8j5s40FQi6b2jimnAgFmRRqelR0VteFgBu9g1kdwHazLJz6x2vZenf2rpsnxlYkUZNZ5-Y0c86jkFBXoWoMRiipWnW55jzmBG_2YbWbbdpAdmQ8SkeekWU5PbClFXA6wYwgqLW-sdkqb8Otgw9cpKUBppUQp49kdEyH3Lcgo/s600/VW%20Journ%20cover%20back.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coperta spate</td></tr></tbody></table>
Sa va spun cateva cuvinte despre acest jurnal. Are 160 pagini liniate, este de marime standard, are coperta de tip paperback, iar fiecare a 10-a pagina contine cate un citat din poeziile mele.<div><br /></div><div>Obiceiul meu de a scrie diaristica dateaza de zeci de ani de zile. Am inceput sa scriu un jurnal prima oara la varsta de 12 ani, si de-a lungul anilor mi-am pastrat acest obicei in mod constant, sau aproape constant. Unele din acele jurnale scrise in trecut s-au pastrat, altele nu. Unele dintre ele au fost lasate in urma atunci cand m-am mutat dintr-o tara in alta, altele au calatorit cu mine in viata mea din prezent. Pentru mine scrierea unui jurnal si transpunerea gandurilor pe hartie este un proces tamaduitor si cathartic, si pasiunea mea pentru diaristica mi-a dat imppulsul de a crea acest obiect de papetarie — jurnalul <b>Things I Don’t Share on Social Media.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Coperta jurnalului are si ea o poveste in spate. Imaginea de pe coperta este o fotografie facuta intr-o vacanta de-a mea din Cuba -- o plaja pe malul Oceanului Atlantic, in provincia Holguin situata in partea de Est a Cubei. Daca ma gandesc la toate vacantele mele de pe malul marii sau al oceanului de pana acum, inclusiv cea de anul acesta din Florida, am avut foarte putine ocazii sa ma gasesc singura pe plaja, asa cum s-a intamplat in acea zi in Cuba, in martie 2018, cand am facut aceasta poza, doar eu si oceanul, fara nicio alta prezenta umana in apropiere. Este una din putinele poze din arhiva mea personala pe care am reusit sa le fac intr-un moment cand eram singura pe plaja, caci de obicei plajele exotice sunt aglomerate si pline de turisti. Un jurnal personal pentru mine este un loc de liniste si reflectare, unde sunt doar eu cu gandurile mele, la fel cum a fost si acea zi pe plaja pentru mine, in Cuba, cand am avut un moment de liniste fara sa fiu deranjata de nicio alta suflare omeneasca.</div><div><br /></div><div>Iata si poza originala pe care am facut-o in Cuba in 2018, si care mi-a servit drept inspiratie pentru coperta jurnalului <b>Things I Don’t Share on Social Media.
</b><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_qeEpFXeA7kktumTDmaVBslX6jUb2HJlsKms1_oqGC7t13NVMYpjjSouzfJ3gonTDmIrR4jXJUCIB4A3k3MekfeUz1YlKPpJOj48Lc0oGR_lczYZs-ddXNdLjmX1Q83pRBaxAYmxeS1OA1jKgz4uouqoOw_x2xTRLNBgYa3Kzk98_UNV1r5UTPLaGWU/s4066/NJ4.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2287" data-original-width="4066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_qeEpFXeA7kktumTDmaVBslX6jUb2HJlsKms1_oqGC7t13NVMYpjjSouzfJ3gonTDmIrR4jXJUCIB4A3k3MekfeUz1YlKPpJOj48Lc0oGR_lczYZs-ddXNdLjmX1Q83pRBaxAYmxeS1OA1jKgz4uouqoOw_x2xTRLNBgYa3Kzk98_UNV1r5UTPLaGWU/s600/NJ4.jpg" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuba, 2018</td></tr></tbody></table>
Noul jurnal poate fi gasit pe Amazon.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Things I Don’t Share on Social Media: A Journal – Amazon.ca</a></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Things I Don’t Share on Social Media: A Journal – Amazon.com</a></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Photo credit: Victoria West</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293882089829909131.post-72911326297574565972023-12-08T12:14:00.002-05:002023-12-11T11:14:56.283-05:00NEW: "Things I Don’t Share on Social Media", a JournalMy dear friends and readers, I have some exciting news to share today. Recently I created a new journal, titled "Things I Don't Share on Social Media", and now it is available on Amazon! 😊<div><br /></div><div>The journal has the following features:</div><div>- Paperback, glossy cover;</div><div>- Size 8.5" x 5.5";</div><div>- 160 lined pages, featuring selected lines from my poetry every 10 pages.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amazon description:</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Things I Don't Share on Social Media" is the first journal created by Canadian writer and poet Victoria West, author of the poetry collection "Sunset in Toronto". Interspersed with verses from Victoria's poems, this beautifully designed journal will be a happy place for those who love recording their thoughts and feelings in the form of journaling and a perfect starting place for aspiring writers.</i></span></b></div><div><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">For more information on Victoria West's work, please visit VictoriaWest.net or follow her on Instagram @victoria_west_and_books.</span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I am a long-time journaler, and journaling has always been a therapeutic and cathartic practice for me, always helping my mental health stay the strongest. My fondness for the healing practice of journaling has been behind the idea of creating a new journal for those like me, who love expressing their thoughts, feelings, and emotions on paper.</div><div><br /></div><div>The cover of the journal features a beach from Cuba -- it's located in the Holguin province in the Eastern part of Cuba, and the reason why I selected this image to be the cover of my newly created journal is because it was a place of peace and serenity for me when I went there, on one of my previous vacations to Cuba from a few years ago. On that particular day, when I found myself at the beach, there was no one else in sight, a rare opportunity in exotic places like Cuba. From all my exotic vacations at the seaside or oceanside from over the years, I had very few opportunities to have the beach all to myself and take pictures like this one, with no other humans in sight. And this was one such occasion, when I was by myself on this beautiful tropical beach, and when I could take this serene, calm, and peaceful picture, which is now the cover of my new journal -- a serene, calm, and peaceful place where one can record one's thoughts and feelings, undisturbed.
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnh-yMzRA6zmVIWZ9xAe-HLTs0tsHvRl88D0Tt8MfdMM7jwXzud7vlTGuPu3fAtL_y1DZJ8fkXAdfjhlhEkxIOEST4HuODnFdzMR0Xi1-WzOiV5QP56qGZo_UAvkOMTJpd1BzXwQvWhGuBXE5kFW0T_eJkf8JgloD7EDuMvVmocWmVb_f0eGWkGZyk_w/s1600/VW%20Journ%20cover%20front.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2584" data-original-width="1708" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnh-yMzRA6zmVIWZ9xAe-HLTs0tsHvRl88D0Tt8MfdMM7jwXzud7vlTGuPu3fAtL_y1DZJ8fkXAdfjhlhEkxIOEST4HuODnFdzMR0Xi1-WzOiV5QP56qGZo_UAvkOMTJpd1BzXwQvWhGuBXE5kFW0T_eJkf8JgloD7EDuMvVmocWmVb_f0eGWkGZyk_w/w423-h640/VW%20Journ%20cover%20front.jpg" width="423" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Things I Don't Share on Social Media" journal -- front cover</td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKF-tI9sMTmwpM0okBCNrHGBbaNUtIoG21NupdfAlYua2a9L4mu4uuTe1uDNiIzVLKD1dUfD3ggLxnjhkgq1i0LzFjwi0wPp8vAg5BiXUTc1i11VwPl4kD5SeV1DnTy6Ax60AlkhQf7ioUMWxsLPwodzpcUT3-zcGq443MJ1LIeZRJbUSnphks7Mo73-o/s1600/VW%20Journ%20cover%20back.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2584" data-original-width="1653" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKF-tI9sMTmwpM0okBCNrHGBbaNUtIoG21NupdfAlYua2a9L4mu4uuTe1uDNiIzVLKD1dUfD3ggLxnjhkgq1i0LzFjwi0wPp8vAg5BiXUTc1i11VwPl4kD5SeV1DnTy6Ax60AlkhQf7ioUMWxsLPwodzpcUT3-zcGq443MJ1LIeZRJbUSnphks7Mo73-o/w410-h640/VW%20Journ%20cover%20back.jpg" width="410" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Things I Don't Share on Social Media" journal -- back cover</td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTx21JDjEY17w8iQGVU1N2FKLGBVeh3mkMnQOQIj5mWS5YWnUfSqU1BDFC6moI3_box2d3LDJg-GANXKudpBxKrLiG2s0QKuuWgnTF0VDq3UBSw6kDuvmfmvQ9ReCKHB0knI5qIRw1jdc1IFXQq41fb-Q_Mf7UreS5miYahTkz2VVlWnTa2O2KC8r8mDg/s1600/NJ3.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2275" data-original-width="4045" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTx21JDjEY17w8iQGVU1N2FKLGBVeh3mkMnQOQIj5mWS5YWnUfSqU1BDFC6moI3_box2d3LDJg-GANXKudpBxKrLiG2s0QKuuWgnTF0VDq3UBSw6kDuvmfmvQ9ReCKHB0knI5qIRw1jdc1IFXQq41fb-Q_Mf7UreS5miYahTkz2VVlWnTa2O2KC8r8mDg/w589-h331/NJ3.jpg" width="589" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the picture taken in Cuba, in March 2018, that inspired the cover for the journal</td></tr></tbody></table>
The journal "Things I Don't Share on Social Media" is available on <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Amazon.ca</a>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CPPXFN12" target="_blank">Amazon.com</a>, as well as all the other Amazon sites around the world. Please check it out, and I hope you will enjoy your writing experience!</div><div><br /></div><div>Photo credit: Victoria West</div>Victoria Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884667275582589018noreply@blogger.com0