on my bedside table

For the love of reading and books is the theme for Sunday Stills this week.

Books, I don’t know what I would do without them. They are everywhere at home and I always have one in my bag. They mean comfort, safety, distraction and knowledge. I read more than one at a time, at the moment I’m reading Daisy Jones & the Six, a great book if you love to know the minds of rock stars in the 70s. I’m also reading The Untethered Soul, a deep knowledge of thoughts and why some of them persist in our mind. It’s the second time I’m reading it. I got a copy last year at the library, I liked it so much that I got my own copy, and now I’m reading and highlighting the most touching paragraphs.

I’m going to start soon More Glimpses from my blogger friend Hugh Roberts. I’ve read the first one, Glimpses and I love it! Short stories mixing mystery, horror and always a surprise ending. I was blogging more often when Hug wrote it, so I followed all the steps he took to write his first book and I knew some of the stories. It was a pleasure to hold on my hands the final product. Now he has this second one, and I can’t wait to dig into it. To tell the truth, I couldn’t resist and I’ve already read the first story, I love it and it brought tears to my eyes. Hugh’s stories always surprise me.

Have a lovely Sunday, and if you care, let me know which book are you reading right now, so I can add to my list.

go bananas

it’s all white out there, snowing again! it’s pretty but it’s time for the winter go away and make space for spring.

sunday stills today is tropical, and i go with bananas! i got these ones yesterday at the grocery store, they are from Colombia and are delicious.

it’s so great that with the harsh winter we can still taste the wonderful fruits from all around the world.

have a lovely sunday!

sweet love

spring has sprung in my kitchen! i’m in love with the colours of these tulips. i’m not sure if one word only could define this mix of colours, maybe: soft, sweet, tender…

true colours, no filter applied

“sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love”

E. e. cummings

spring has sprung outdoors as well, i noticed these tiny tulips sprouting during a long walk by the river in the first day of spring, you can read about it here.

hoping spring (or autumn’s magic) has sprung to you too.

have a great sunday!

sharing with sunday stills spring has sprung and FOTD.

Sunday Stills: remembering or not!

afternoon sunshine

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.

my thoughts

have a lovely sunday my friends!

Sharing with Sunday Stills – Daylight

Sunday Stills – Wild Nature

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!

Sharing with Sunday Stills – Wildlife

Sunday Stills – Feathers

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.