My mind is here today.
About those early and quiet hours where mind remains sleepy and motion walks by a dreamy path.
Silence plus coffee. Disordered thoughts.
likewise.
Still.
A road an anchor, a memory a ship. A field of memories where roots are deeper than anything else. A life to remember.
“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”
All those ways on how we treasure our memories, to protect ourselves from forgetting our past, to remember that life is about simple things and the appreciation of those simple routines.
About the way on how we exalt the value implied on each little step and the personal meaning of each of our memories.
We don’t usually smile while a photo is made, but there are certain moments in life that make you feel your heart wide open. That’s the kind of memories I want to hold forever.
Mamá et Nacho.
Ways to remember.
Love at first sight.
Patiently waiting. A virtue to learn.
Places called home and roots that will always continue to growth. Peace, calm and an open sky. The pass of time through the memories we made. Simplicity and overdoses of joy.
After a well bunch of days of not being able to hit this road back home, today I plan to do it again for the first time in ten months, there are a lot of sentiments and expectations involved in. To feel the motion again, to feel renewed. To hug, to stay present in person. To feel that sense as a motor.
Ways to come back home.
Got this path during everyday we were there - AM coffee.
Some days away from desk tasks, having coffee at bed while writing early thoughts, sleepy mind and slowly motion around. To search, to find, to make. To feel the motion from the inside.
Mind situation as motor of motion while early meetings run aside.
Second night in a row dreaming about past times. This was Paris in 2017, we were walking from L’arc de Triomphe to L’ouvre and around, there was not a defined plan other than get some coffee and croissants, we walked around the points, we got lost, we found our way, there were short periods of rain, the weather I like the most, we got into unknown streets and we discovered new places for us, we sat and got some charge, we continued with our wandering. Picasso and Pompidou were not an option. We saw an atelier from outside, the way some windows can vent full stories. We got into another coffee scene. We were happy and we were present.
A fair way to stay up.
Motion through memories.
On rooted routines saving our minds and other simple and small actions ruling our paths.
4 hours ago this was a reason.
It’s a theme.