The Measure of Small Things

The Measure of Small Things

Rose Vidovix 

October 2024

We search for greatness

as if meaning could be mined from noise,

yet life hides its truth in fragments.

A butterfly lands on my hand, almost unnoticed,

and in that pause between wingbeats

lies all the peace we keep postponing.

She is so fragile and her life is brief,

yet she never gives up.

Birds build with whatever they find

broken twigs, dry grass, forgotten threads

and call it home, not failure.

Then they sing their soft healing songs.

The sun sets without applause

and rises again without needing to explain

why it disappeared.

It returns as a feast for our eyes, a rest for the mind.

The moon does not compete with daylight

and the stars never question their smallness.

They exist, and that is enough.

Flowers bloom for no reward,

teaching us that beauty does not need witnesses

to have purpose.

Trees remain like silent philosophers,

showing that endurance is not loud

only steady,

teaching us what real strength is.

Perhaps the small things are not small at all.

They are what remain

when the illusions of magnitude fall away.

Which God is yours?

No matter which God you serve, let’s choose peace.

Powerful small things

"Enjoy the small things. They give you strength to endure the tough ones."

Rosie Vidovix 

Rose with no Surname

"I’m Rose… Rose with No Surname."

Yes, you heard that right. Apparently, I’ve managed to confuse not just the government but possibly the entire British administrative system.

It all started simply enough. I was born Rose Vidovix, adventurous Brazilian with a mysterious flair. Then I got married and became Rose Unsworth, very proper, very English, sounds like someone who drinks Earl Grey while apologizing for existing.

Then I got divorced.

Ah, freedom! I thought I’d merge the two, Rosie Vidovix Unsworth, a bit cosmopolitan, a bit mixed, a bit “I can’t quite let go but I’m trying.”

But recently, I decided to drop the Unsworth entirely and reclaim my maiden name. Simple, right?

Wrong.

Oh boy… if I knew then what I know now.

In the UK, getting a passport is usually simple: fill out a form, pay a ridiculous fee, and voilà, you get your passport. Sometimes on the same day!

But not if you’ve dared, dared, to change your name.

Then it becomes a bureaucratic treasure hunt.

“Miss, we’ll need a bank statement or a utility bill in your new name,” they said.

“Here it is!” I replied proudly, after weeks of convincing the bank to change my name without a passport to prove it, because I need the passport to prove it, but can’t get the passport until I’ve proved it!

Then they said, “We also need your Deed Poll.”

“Oh, I sent that!”

Except… apparently, I didn’t.

So now, I’ve sent another Deed Poll, and the Passport Office still hasn’t replied. So here I am, existing somewhere between identities.

People ask me, “What is your name?”

And honestly… I don’t know.

Because if the Passport Office approves my request, I’m Rose Vidovix.

If not, I’m Rose Unsworth.

Who am I?

I’m not Miss Vidovix, not Mrs Unsworth…

I am Rose No Name.

A woman so mysterious, even the Home Office doesn’t know who she is.

Guardians

We are only guardians of what we call our own. As such, we carry responsibilities to the planet, to society, and to our fellow human beings.

Loss of Trust

"When trust is lost, you step into a kind of hell, because jealousy is a dark and destructive feeling."

Rose Vidovix 

Be a good person

“Fight hard to be a good person, because what you do today will remain with you for the rest of your life.”

Rose Vidovix 

They Are Your Plans

"Never let someone else’s plans derail your own."

Art

Art has the power to thaw even the coldest heart.

Deeds well done

 “Whatever you do, let it be filled with purpose and love.”

Rosie Vidovix-Unsworth