All mornings should start like this one.
What I do like the most about early hours at the lake is the silence in mind I’m able to get in, the way all my vision get in blurred way by all the natural landscape in front on me and the way my senses get forget about anything else but the feeling of being present in the right moment. The freedom of the wild sounds around. The air in my face.
The motion of water.
Took back the road out of the city for the first time in five months. It felt so good and the freedom felt insanely great. A lot of things have changed since last time, now quick travels include a puppy and the people wear a mask, at least most of them.
I was able to feel the fresh air of the lake, which always fills my mind, silence and peace of the water know very well how to calm my silly mind.
Motion is still alive.
There were slow steps and silence around filling my early hours today. The satisfaction of being able to appreciate the change from night to day, the way light can fill darkness domains. The uncomplicated pleasure of simple nature’s appreciation. To feel the intrinsic motion on simple appreciations.
Paths of lights connected in different ways.
About the way we can create worlds that exist only in our dreams, residing just behind our untold words. About the way we can have dreams becoming part of our daily reality. Non-limited space of time, non-limited sense of reality. Dreaming about motion.
Hoy, 17 como cada año.
Memories living presently, carrying our experiences to new life, making the past to count, increasing the magnitude of all previous steps.
For all those times our voices were silenced and for all those paths that were erased. To continue, to finish. To still in motion.
Wrote that as my coffee was still hot and the sky was still dark, the world was asleep and my voice was still quiet. Rain of thoughts and unclear ways.
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
Ways to transport my mind to different places where motion was noticed.
Ways to start feeling the freedom and natural sense of motion.
Ways to scape to be present then.
State of nostalgia.
To feel alive and keep sanity running on. To feel the presence of each moment without anxiety. To feel the motion I felt. To try to make this transitional phase easier. To felt lost in memories and unknown streets. To remember be walking by crowded places. To feel it free.
All those stories we need to keep with us.
Untold stories.
When your presence delivers more than human attendance. About to be present.
About those simple routines offering amazing state of stability.
About a shared motion.