Magic Sunday

Sundays are for preying the Lord or maybe are made just to enjoy the amazing world around us, especially if, like me, you are lucky enough to live in a country with no conflicts and if you have a roof over your head and food in your tommy.

Life can be challenging for everyone of us in different ways and that can be invisible to the distracted onlooker or flashing out as if you were screaming for help.

Today I decided to overcome one of my fears and I did it almost naturally: I’m alone in a bar with just my notebook and my pen. And it is awesome. Background noises, voices, people around, they are like furniture.

My only concern was to admire this painting while sipping my soya cappuccino and writing my thoughts down

And suddenly beauty was everywhere.

In the peculiar decorations of this coffee shop, in the clouds covering the sky, in my untidy notes.

And in seeing the beauty around me, for just a second, I’ve seen the beauty in me, regardless my tired face, the messy hair and the glasses. Maybe we all should try a little tenderness… towards ourselves

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No news today, just thoughts

For me Christmas came early this year :
it’s been a strange month December 2012; between the assumed end of the world, graduations, new and old friends, and family the days passed by as it they were double and shorter at the same time.
Changing town like I did last year, i lived in 4 different cities in just one year, was a challenge, was funny and made me grow, but it was this month the moment i really needed.
Christmas came early to me.
As I don’t believe in coincidences I had the most wonderful gift someone like me can receive and, even if it took me all this time to realize this simple thing, 2012 took me a bunch of friend I can’t live without.  “no man is an island” says “About a Boy” but it’s easier to live like that. Well, I’ve been shaken, me han traido fuera de mi concha: when i least expected to find people that mattered something, when I was just hanging to my few old sure friends, I find myself willing to trust, know and invest.
Christmas came early to me.
I discovered again the importance of people I loved, I saw myself as they see me, I changed what I didn’t like and made me feel not good.. well, not all, I can’t save the world in one day!
But i really tried to bring a piece of Murcia, Rome and Brighton in my life here and when I actually live as I was there, I make my day.

“Happiness is real only when Shared” A.S.

I’m not someone who make promises, one, the scout one, it’s more than enough; I alway say too many things, many of them ’cause i mean them in that moment, but then they just fade away.. Now it’s not time to do new year’s empty promises, it’s time to remember that one year is made by 365 day and some hours and there’s no need do live a long and empty life, but the hard truth is that we can add life to everyday with simple easy little things. No more running, let’s take our time to read, hug, smile and laugh. Everything else will follow.
I don’t wanna live a century to wait in realizing dreams, hopes and trips: I wanna really live everyday like I was still in Erasmus discovering thing, confronting challenges and with no fear.
Christmas came early to me,
I hope I wasn’t the only one.

An unconventional day

Maybe the really important things happen when we’re distracted or when we’re sceptic..or maybe it’s just how we perceive that..

Fog. Fog everywhere. Wherever you turned your eyes the only thing you could see was fog.
It was a pensive day, don’t know if it was a matter of the day, the fog or the anniversary. I was seated in the back of the car, looking out of the window asking myself where i was going and why, when old memories started flooding into my mind. They where reminder of a past long gone, happy memories that usually made me sad but not in that moment. It was like a warm blanket covering my mind.
Finally in the fog we arrive: the house was at our right, i imagined it in a sunny day or at the sunset. It must be a wonderful view. A sign “Comunità Tabor” was on the gate and the light in the front door seemed like an invite.
The fire was crackling in the corner of the room and i was feeling uncomfortable: what was i doing there?! People greeted me, introducing themselves and i couldn’t remember one name. I understood the meaning “fish out of the water”. I was so uncomfortable that i asked to see the garden, hoping that nature, as always, took me on a safe path and that was the case, but when i turned around it was a painting in the wall that captured my attention: it was a fresco in white and gold. I felt a sudden warm and I could feel my eyes shining and that felling sticked with me all night. It was like in Assisi: I couldn’t tell why or what, but there was something hidden and glorious in that home.
They show me around, who was is not important, it was the place that was talking to my soul. The words said after, when we where seating in a circle, seemed made for me, not all, but at least much of them.
I felt strange, between happy and filled with a sense of community, but in a pleasant way. A lot of things were said and i discovered hidden inside the reasons I made my choices in the last 4 years: they were strong as the day i made the promise of serving, that day lost in this frantic life didn’t seemed far away at all.
I decided to go there on curiosity, more to stay with the person who told me about that than to a real need, or that i thought getting on that car, but there it was the opposite: i was there because of him but not to stay with him. There were so many words which seemed just made for me that i was completely absorbed by the place and the people there, so much absorbed that i just flood from a conversation to an other, following something I didn’t recognize and didn’t care of: suddenly i was there for me, i was eager to listen, to capture every word..I found myself silent waiting for a new hint to follow.
In no time it was 2 in the morning and we left. The humidity of the fog gave me a terrible headache, that became a sense of vomiting going down all that mountain road, which stayed with me until i felt asleep in my bed, but i was so filled with joy that i didn’t care.
While i was opening my house’s door i was sure about one thing: on the 7th i’ll be there again.