Tuesday, 3rd of October 2017
Fall arrived into a disappearing Summer, there is a terminus for everything but I keep going, following the traces left by the angels and the white butterflies. The flowers are withered, rain hasn’t been falling, so they faded, they faded into you. Should I replace the rain with my tears so they can bloom again? So you can be content again? Or should I wait, be hopeful … trust with patient that every terminus will encounter a beginning? Dedicated to Elsa.
Saturday, 23rd of September 2017
I’ve been reading some poems from the Sophia de Mello B. Andersen, she writes ethereally about the sea and life. Her poems makes us part of this immense world of magical sea creatures, sparkling corals, colorful shells and bubbling deep waters of the sea. I wish I could have more time to write, to be close to nature, to get in touch with myself that I am lately. This is causing me a terribly damage on my emotion state, my late work stoles all my energy and I just feel like sleeping every time I am returning home. Lately, I am in-between of everything.
Finally, I will have two days off from work!!! August was an exhausting month. I have to assimilate all the changes in my life without a moment to make a reflection about everything that was happening. I just wish that one day, I will be able to live according to my own pace and believes. This capitalism system is enslaving every living soul and stealing health, joy and our precious time. But this is not the end, only the beginning. I will live according to my own believes soon or later. Until then, I will be learning the lessons that I choose to learn in this particularly year of 2017. //Having time to drink a tea and take the breakfast in bed is just a blessing, I’m so grateful to my guides and to the universe for this moment.//
Tuesday, 29th of August 2017
Always there they were. I guess after all, life unfolds as it should, and although it’s hard to accept it, we live the life which we are design for. I hope Grandpa is watching Grandma from above.
Tuesday, 22nd of August 2017
Visiting grandma at the hospital… Last couple of days have been so stressful, I miss the simple act of drinking quietly a cup of tea. I need urgently time to myself, it’s completely crazy the pace we live in nowadays, gosh.
Dear Diary, //Let us be credulous that, one day, such joy will meet our way. // I’ve found a memory covered and hidden beneath the forgotten dust of time — and a past moment had unravel before my eyes as it was this very present moment, as it was my true essence.
Dusk it was, a particular moment of the day where this world and the other meet and become one. Where everything converge, twist and take a shape. Where everything around us is compelling and enticing, where our soul it isn’t a prisoner, isn’t contained, but instead disperse and free, connected with that invisible world, where, at once, is moon, light, sun, fortune, glory and hope. Dear Diary, I long for these kindred days.
Honoring the divine feminine in me with this humble rosa pendulina.
Discover more about the divine feminine here.
I don’t need shoes, I go with bare feet towards you, Sir.