the day we change the time. I don’t remember this day last year. i was entering my 3rd in the hospital. lots of tubes and drugs in my body. i didn’t have the simple pleasure of adjusting the clocks while drinking my cup of coffee.
today, a year after, i woke up early, i made a strong coffee, the way i like it, i fixed the time, i wrote my thoughts in my journal and i’m trying to look ahead.
the first year isn’t easy, i’m always comparing the ‘now’ with a year ago. hope it gets better.
“If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.” Rainer Maria Rilke
an inner child is playing and waiting the wonder of possibilities joyfully new beginners, dreams the innocent side of youth is plenty at the view there is emptiness to be filled, joy until when the time flows
Sharing with Tanka Tuesday – poets choice of words: I’ve chosen child and joy and the form is Etheree.
Good morning! A new week ahead, lots of possibilities waiting for us. Hope you had a great weekend. I can say my weekend was an artsy one!
On Friday afternoon, after grocery shopping, I stopped by a craft store. It was a grey day and I needed something to brighten it.
I got these gorgeous washi tapes, I can’t resist them! I’ve many but I always need more!
a new collection of washi tape
Saturday evening I joined an Instagram Art Party – MarGlueBookParty, where we have prompts and make art pages using collage.
Prompt 1: Springtime
Can’t wait to smell the flowers in my garden
Prompt 2: Yellow butterfly
butterflies mean transformation and it can be reached by practicing yoga
Prompt 3: Let’s dance!
listening is what matters, no other sense is necessary when dancing
I love to see how I used yellow in all my pages. Yellow means happiness, and it was the colour stealing my attention that evening. A good sign for sure!
Sunday morning I woke up thinking about lightness, the feeling of it!
journaling about lightness
I thought the feeling of lightness should be as the scent of oranges on a hot summer day. I got out my sweet orange essential oil and smelled it! Yes, it’s lightness and freshness all together.
Take a flying leap at the sun.
Don’t let your thoughts weigh you down
Marty Rubin
How was your weekend? Love to hear about it, please share on the comments.
Without a firm participation with wild nature, a woman starves and falls into a obsession of “fell betters”, “leave me alones” and “love me – please” … Go out in the woods, go out. If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.
Women who run with the wolves
Each day we are getting far and far from nature, from the wild. Everything is so sterilized, chemical and modified by the humans that we are losing our true essence.
I look for the wild in every place, from a spider web in my backyard to the mystery of the forests, mostly in books since we don’t have a forest close by.
Sometimes we need to get lost in the wild to find our true-self!
Being by myself, in solitude, a few minutes in the morning is necessary for setting up my mood for the day.
Yesterday, before getting up, I heard another snow storm was coming. Instead of stressing out and hurrying up to arrive at the work before the storm hits the city, I slowed down and spent some time journaling and doing some art.
I needed this time to focus on myself before opening the door to the chaos outdoors.
I followed my mantra: Stop; Breathe; Listen
In the end, I had a pleasant day and enjoyed the walk in the snow feeling the wind and the flakes touching my face.
Instead of complaining, I was grateful for that moment.
Have you stopped and thought what are you grateful for in this moment?
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson lived all her life in Massachusetts, USA. Never traveled far, but her words took flight and her poems are known all over the world. My favorite is this one above. I wonder if she could imagine that after centuries her words will still be traveling and touching the soul of many people.
Today’s word for Sunday Stills is flight, so nothing better than feathers and a poem about feathers to make our imagination fly away.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
Getting older and letting go aren’t easy things, but we can learn lots with nature. I always keep the flowers until all the petals fell down. These were the first tulips that I got this year, at the start of February. You can see how pretty they were here. They are still pretty to me, but now it’s time to let them go.
Tea & Paper 