Retained dreams.
While this cover our normal routine our approaches to past realities come to play a significant key point, the way we use that to record new paths and the way new paths return to our basic instinct, cycling the way we see and feel, the path we take to experience our own time, realising our deeper silences, awakening forgotten particles.
The flow continues and motion is still there.
Last night got insomnia for some hours then I got some sleep and dreamt about this day of 2017. Disregarding some factors it was a good night.
There is also motion in dreams. It feels good.
Nine of cups. Laying on a soft path and safe matters. Early hours and golden silence. Magnitude of human being. Birdsongs outside my window. Bells from that close church making its game. Soft light starting to bring the day up. Still slow and calm. May the calm keep you safe during this new period of time. To being present in distance. To keep the connection between separated points by continuous approaches. Finding rest through turbulent times. Getting into internal motion that may fulfil my environment. To get awake, now and then.
Raw non-sense thoughts.
Alternative real ways to start a Monday by approaching visual gems that remain beside my bed. The joy of those early hours and the silence that rules our mind at those easy moments.
Things I like the most, be outdoors and experience the motion of the road without any kind of fixed destiny, that uncertain sense of proximity Between time and place. Feeling that everything is going to be good.
The slow rhythm from the early hours.
Silence, slow steps, smooth transition from one phase to another. Then chaos of bau routines around home.
At being attracted to be present in the right moment and to let the non-essential absorptions of life aside from the main route. As rivers preserve their flow to final destinies and the air continue the fly to better skies. Motion on being.