Slow steps count.
The fragility of every moment, the changes implied on every step, the natural transformation we all experience through a determined timeframe.
Motion in changes.
Today I miss these kind of situations, the streets, the strangers, the unknown towns.
That feeling, that sense, that emotion.
That motion.
——— Rome, 11.14.2017.
Quiet early moments holding the rest of our day, those implicit simple situations driving your mind to a safe state. Real state of peace can be only be found inside ourselves. Those paths we take.
Major arcana, the world.
The surreal early hours giving us comfort in memories while real time makes its way to us, we face realities from different times approaching different states of mind, the duality of nostalgia making its space.
Life has funny ways.
A few instant memories collected through quick moments of fresh air. While the only permanent factor lately in our lives is the change and the way we can accomplish new ways for our own very old routines, personal behaviours achieve new ways of appreciation. Perspective has been taken and transformed as a basic tool, a way to feel alive.
Simple observations are more relevant than ever before. That’s a good way to start thinking about what things really matter, what kind of ways will direct our existence.
Getting lost in Sophie Calle calls for a good day.
The process of putting all your dreams and thoughts together each morning, distorted perspectives, all that strength and all that motion aligning your bones, your hopes, feeding your roots. For all those brave rivers made by our untold words, for all those stories that weren’t completed. All those sequences waiting to start. Ellipsis.
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.”
Perspectives / realities / processes / evolutions.
Self-awareness.
The power of simplicity around each step. To maintain the light in our near horizon, to feed our seas of hope. To keep dreams alive.
To keep our motion up.
“I was happy when I walked the streets of Paris by myself.”
It was a cold morning, it was our first day at town, I recall it was early, may be not, we were walking through known paths, our hands were frozen and the streets were less crowded than usual.
We passed by a café and we ordered coffee and tea, then we walked for another hour. There was not destination other than feel us well. We got in there.
Souvenir, Paris, 2018.
After a week off I’m returning back to desk tasks today. This time we are living in has de power on hands to make things look greater than they are, or at least it’s able to focus our attention in a very different way, increasing all perspectives and showing us a different meaning of things, the ones that previously were so much relevant now seem to be very secondary or even irrelevant in some situations, the ones we took as default now have a deeper importance. We tend to situate ourselves as priority now. Untouchable things are now much basic than before. Irrelevance of things help us to have a better solution. Perspective is playing its role. Resilience is making the hardest part. We are slowly transforming all previous statement by giving authentic value.
And here I’m, waiting for the day to turn the darkness off, waiting in silence with my thoughts and coffee while listening the outdoor birds singing their chorus. Appreciation of simple situations offer a tremendous state of mindfulness.
Life is motion.
Darkness is off.
Horizons filled by words and deep expectations, untold phrases creating inimaginable stories, uncontrolled motion willing for action. Life and its own paths.
“Many years afterwards, we attempt to solve puzzles that were not mysteries at the time and we try to decipher half-obliterated letters from a language that is too old and whose alphabet we don’t even know.”
Went outdoors for the first time in 4.5 months, took the Leica M with me and now we both are refreshed, the most simple things always feel so great. Life is motion.
“In those days, I thought I was happy.”
The way we can instantly connect with strangers along our path. How they can perform untold episodes in our own stories is absolutely amazing. By sharing emphatic situations, by showing unnoticed similarities, by teaching us great lessons about ourselves in the most pure innocence way. Magic of living. Missing those moments. Missing that motion.
Paris, 2018.
“A mí nunca me ha parecido el otoño una estación triste. Las hojas secas y los días cada vez más cortos nunca me han hecho pensar en algo que se acaba, sino más bien en una espera de porvenir. Hay electricidad en el aire de París en los atardeceres de octubre, a la hora en que va cayendo la noche. Incluso cuando llueve. No me entra melancolía a esa hora, ni tengo la sensación de que el tiempo huye. Sino que todo es posible. El año comienza en el mes de octubre.”
“What a peculiar path I’ve had to take in order to reach you.”
Self assessment, the main idea I had planned for this year. Then, this odd path the life has planned for all of us. In the middle of this time of changes and challenges what really remains with us is the perspective we have about our environment and the way we find us able to walk trough. And all of our ways are peculiar. All of our own steps carry our motion out.
We created our own fortress where space and mindfulness are mixed together, we were able to expand our own physical limits to coexist with our imaginary desires and emotions, we have made a better and softer bed of dreams, we claimed our calm and safety as base, we built ourselves as preference, we tried to imagine and we tried to live. We are safe, we are in motion. Each day at a time.