days without pressure, mornings without deadlines, to be able to feel a natural flow, to find an own rhythm out, to stay, to belong, to let motion to flow.
feel more, embrace more, experience more.
stillness.
inside - outside.
“You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.”
surfing through memories by walking the long way back, finding relief by losing sense of present time.
achieving comfort by letting a free flow of mind, feeling it again.
letting past motions become current forces.
while the sun is still dreaming and soft races of thoughts start flying around. while those sleepy moments happen.
opening eyes before any trail of light, guessing shadows around the room, making coffee following sleepy steps around home, getting the messy thoughts into a safety place, back to dreams.
the nonsense meaningful time of each day.
about the importance of disconnecting to get in words with your own thoughts.
by slowly beginnings and meaningful races.
to stay and to be present.
more hugs, more laughs, more happiness.
saturday morning,
early hours,
silence around,
slow steps,
tasty coffee,
absence of any pressure,
mind flowing,
routines,
tranquillity.
all is good.
relevance of time through the way on how perspective has been adapted and the way appreciation for those common moments has played a key role.
timeframe’s perspective transformed as well, what long and short meant. what not longer apply.
the way on how past, present and future terms could be interpreted these days.
unhurried motion,
slow steps,
easy thoughts,
saying yes,
feeling in,
embracing up,
flowing through.
ballad of early hours,
while the world is still dreaming and everything gets surrounded by silence,
when our moves are ruled by slow motion and our head is full of messy lights,
when all of our phrases require no words and our thoughts are made of shadows,
everything feels familiar, everything feels safe.
“Paths that cross will cross again.”
the never flat way on how our dreams cross the border between reality and desire. intention turns into the result of being crossing that border many times. senses dispatching our dreams. perspective and results not always aligned. the magic of dreaming.
today’s view, from early am ballad.
messy thoughts and bed hair, hot coffee in one hand, expectations in the other one.
día de muertos, por todos ellos que siempre están.
1wd ahead. i need silence, sometimes.
early hours, full moon, new month, the motion can be felt around.
the nonsense writing as a long term solution for a messy mind and complicated times.
the way on how our senses get in the first line each day, the way individual perspective may offer a soft relief.
the way we walk through all of this together but separately, living and trying the best we can.
relying on empathy and respect for each other.
when you only have a summicron 40mm on hands but you feel it anyway.
To keep those memories and never let them go.
Trieste, 2016.
Early AM today’s view. Writing exercise got stronger by now. A big relief.
To feel, to flow, to get in motion.
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importance of record retention as a tool to have a deeper self-assessment and to achieve different levels of awareness.
to avoid us from forgetting about those simple and unnoticed actions and situations that were important facts to build our base.
to learn about us by analysing our very own actions, to do not waste time by ignoring the simplicity of our reactions and the correlation that exists between our growth and our understanding about ourselves by taking in consideration the own perspective implied.
by letting our self-awareness to guide our steps.
About how memories can make us feel alive, the way we can run away. To feel it again. To release our mind.
Spirit of motion.
Documentación.
Aquí.
DST ended here, finally.
Trying to get some balance between routines and personal schedules around here.
The need of motion.
Silenced mood over untold phrases, muted thoughts and tons of mugs.
Perspective and perception, wall to wall.
“Dans cette vie qui vous apparaît quelquefois comme un grand terrain vague sans poteau indicateur, au milieu de toutes les lignes de fuite et les horizons perdus, on aimerait trouver des points de repère, dresser une sorte de cadastre pour n’avoir plus l’impression de naviguer au hasard. Alors, on tisse des liens, on essaye de rendre plus stables des rencontres hasardeuses.”