“People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your […]
This morning I awoke trying to look for the Inspiration. I look it for under the bed, at the bathroom, looking through the window observing people faces. I read my mail, my social networks,… At the swimming-pool I was looking at the sky when some lightning bolts appeared and then the storm. Everybody was running picking up the towels toward the locker rooms, and nothing, no inspiration for me. Coming back home, cooking and sitting on the sofa. But a moment ago, when I’ve opened my computer, I’ve discovered my cat Margarita just staring at me with her beautiful eyes and it is just then, precisely then,when the Inspiration has come back to me from somewhere and I’ve begun to write on this page.
What happens in one´s mind is very difficult to express sometimes, especially when you´ve got a pain. It is a very long time that I don´t write on this page. Many things to do and feel meanwhile.
I am so exhausted that it is like I´d have dropped my heart and nothing, nothing was in it. Fortunately, I am reacting and I am going to charge it again.
Looking at them it is like to recognize something permanent because, just here, they are always the first plants to bloom.
Mom, this picture of New Zealand sheep is for you. 🙂 Somewhere near Limestone Valley, New Zealand
Source: Sheep
All around the hill in front of the castle is covered in yellow. It was spectacular this evening.
It is said that sooner or later everything puts in place, in case of the weather, here, in Spain it was difficult to believe till two days ago that we were still waiting for the winter with records above 18 ºC. At last, winter is here and this morning a cold frost covers cars and gardens in the street. In a guarded place like my garden plants only be and look sad like my “begoña de invierno”(bergenia crassifolia). I do not know what will happen with flourished trees like almonds or other species that were announced spring. It is really a catastrophe that trees and vegetables in general do not know exactly what to do. Many people do not believe in the climate change but they are blind and dumb, sure.
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