“I am rooted, but I flow.”
Things I want to feel, motion, excitement, freedom, fresh air, a cloudy sky, countryside landscape, the lake and the soft waves, people at play, the green of the mountains, the forest, the sound of the birds around tall trees.
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
Plans were changed immediately the sun was out, what was planned to be a day off from desk tasks turned into a messy complex day without free minutes in between. Life is about motion, huh? Even when that motion doesn’t offers us a soft advice or the things turn down so quickly, perspective may lead us for diferente paths, a better ones, I wish.
Self-portrait from safety fortress during early hours. Motion inside driving a kind of mental state. Trying to find comfort on common observations. Lack of focus for a long periods of time. Trying different paths to still feel the motion. Perspective in scope.
Raw words, unedited.
Today I took the puppy and my Leica outside for a while. New normality includes a face mask. Fresh air feels good. Sunny day feels good. Motion feels good.
To remember.
I miss mornings by the lake. I’m missing to let my senses invaded by the sound of early hours there. The peace and stability I’m able to feel each time I’m over there. The soft light of each hour. The tiny waves around my eyes. The absorption that all environment around the water causes in my mind. I miss to feel the majestic of natural landscape. I miss being out of the city for a while. I’m missing the motion while I drink my coffee this morning.
Things I miss the most, motion to home.
How deep and fleeting and existence is. A matter of second, a tiny drop, a cloud in the sky, a birdsong outdoors, a silence inside. A coffee in table, a glass of water beside. Just a quick space of relax.
Early steps after a bad night.
Early hours,
space,
time,
quietly,
comfort,
peace.
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To record retention, to keep track of what we experienced, to remember the way uncertainty was part of our daily life. Hopes and fears are mixed, changing sides by perspective options, some days the light is a way, sometimes the silence is a trusted guidance, other days we are just trying to pass this out. Experiences are unique, feelings are atypical and tend to be more fragile than ever. Smiles are truly sincere and good wishes are part of new statement. Vulnerability is nowadays a trend. We can feel the motion inside, a truly brave motion. And when all this pass, if that’s a true statement, I want to never forget the way resilience kept us alive.
Early hours were crowded by silence, a peaceful calmness driven by memories and dreams from last night, untold stories remaining in mind as a permanent sense of new start. The little streets were emptied and the air was fresh, a double espresso was good enough to keep walking by unknown old canals, the weather was about 7 Celsius, our hands were frozen but our joy was still there. We walked through small streets, streets without end, we were trapped by the magic of the city, even in circles the city feels different on each corner. No shortcuts allowed, tech helpers were not useful at all, a city where instinct is key, a city where your heart drives the motion of your steps. This during the early hours while the city still sleeps.
Self-awareness.
Early hours, outdoors world still sleeps. Drinking coffee at my own, trying to recap what new things I have discovered about me during these last days.
Motion during changes and adaptability as main driver.
A reminder of those simple things and routines that have been part of this journey. Memories treasured from past years sleeping among ourselves. How many dreams were impulsed by these souvenirs? How many silences were filled with the soft sense of remembrance? How many steps of distance reside between memories and dreams? How far are we chose to live?
Raw nonsense words, unedited.
Been trying to find some mental peace during early hours each day, a try for a limited piece of space and time where everything external gets on mute for a while. The truth is that some days it works, other days is just an habit that I try to keep doing. This exercise goes earlier than pandemic global situation for me, been trying this for the last two years or so, but recently due to general human crisis exiting I see more people around recurring into similar path. Each day is different, depends on perspective, available resources and time, mood running around, all those several internal and external factors. I do believe it helps, at least to have a very own time trough my day. Things move fast, changes are unpredictable, motion can’t be stopped, feelings and hopes develop their own flow quickly. Sel-awareness.
Early morning, slow motion. Been trying to keep motivation as motor during the last days, a bunch of desk work is capturing most of my time, limited time to have introspective and meaningful thoughts about all this. Fast periods of thinking. Feeling grateful for my situation. Little adjustments required. Still seeing a path. Changing perspectives to adapt things to reality. All this mess around still has a form. Motion reduction in some instances. Effort implied to secondary but needed paths. And we are here, just dealing with all of this together. Feels the motion.
Not all days are looking clearly defined. There are ups and downs, bunch of feelings and random ideas about how this will change our entire lifes. The way we dream, learn and experience. Even knowing this is a full transformation there is always a piece of us wanting to have this back to basics, on the way we were familiar with, to the known path we may feel safer. But there is not return for sure and there is not a way on how we can pass this if it is not just living through this. Together, in motion.
Self-existence, doc.
Made this photo during our travel on train to Venice without knowing this would means a huge nostalgie today. We both were excited to arrive, there were only 3 more strangers traveling with us, they were taking in a mix of Italian, Spanish and English. An old lady was on phone reclaiming to her son for not having a cake on time. The other couple was busy speaking out about their last night dinner. We were in silence admiring the Italian landscape. 35 min to arrive.
Waves of dreams and hopes remaining with every morning breath and thought.
Mamá celebration. Even in distance your love is motion to my entire life.
Self motion /
The way we are capable to adapt ourselves to another realities.
Reality can be transformed in a matter of seconds.
Most of our thoughts depend on our own perspective.
Perspective doesn’t really change facts but the way we’re affected and inducted by.
Resilience means different for each one. We shouldn’t use this word without living it first.
Survival instinct is influenced by privileges.
Privilenges turn up different depending on perspective. No one must talk about how privileged is other people.
Empathy is not an innate human instinct.
Motion of life can’t be stopped.
Raw words, unedited. AM thoughts.
“Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.”
Today I woke earlier than new normal and it feels great. It’s dark outdoors, city is still asleep, silence is the kingdom to walk through, calmness is imposed as only path. Fresh morning awaits for us. Lot of words came to my handwriting journal. The birds begin with their slowly song and the morning is just about to start. Important things reside on simple details. Just like these hours where my soul feels well. Motion. Real. Good.
Raw words, unedited.