We love pomegranate in my home, we all like to eat it, but hubby is the only one that likes to open this winsome fruit and remove the edible seeds.
The season of pomegranate here in my city lasts from November to January, during this period we eat one or two per evening.
The legend says that in each fruit there is one seed that came directly from heaven, and it’s good luck to the person that eats it. Others say that it was pomegranate, not apple, that Eve offered to Adam.
There are many stories about this fruit, but what I know for sure is that it is delicious and healthy, each seed is loaded with antioxidants and vitamins.
This view is a bliss to me. Every morning while nursing a cup of coffee in my hands I look outside my kitchen door. The connection between the white sky and the snow on the ground making everything whole.
Nature has taught me so much these last years. One of the most important things is LET GO, let go of stuff that takes me away from my true self. I’ve learned that I own my body, my soul, and space where I step on. There is no room to be smiling and pleasing others anymore at the cost of my happiness. I need to be happy with myself, to be content and true with my feelings in first place.
Nature has taught me that there is time for everything: time to keep and to let go.
When I heard the word ‘mercy‘ the first thing that comes to my mind is this book. Anne’s goes dip into the subject of forgiveness and mercy. I’ve almost of all her books and I love them. I don’t keep lots of books, I read, make notes of what has spoken to me and I donate them. But few books I cherish and they are a reference to me, I always go back to check something or to randomly open and see which secret message it has for me.
“The message of mercy is … that it goes hand in hand with forgiveness”
My journal is the nest of my creativity. In there, I give freedom to my imagination. I let the words lay down on the pages. Words expressing my feelings and ideas. I know my words will be free and sheltered from any damage in my journal.
Yesterday we had our first snowfall for this season, so lovely to watch the snowflakes reaching the ground. Of course, the first snowfall and the first week of snow are magical, but as the time goes by it becomes very difficult to accept the heavy snow that accumulates on the streets and sidewalks. Here is an acrostic poem for you.