Passing moments

If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong. ― Masaru Emoto, Secret Life of Water

And then almost half of the year just vanished. The colors dissolved into a deep green as a sign that summer is approaching slowly.

I’m writing from our little office, which is gradually being built; there’s some green tea near me and Darwin is laying down by the window watching some birds. It’s a very gloomy morning.

Over the last few days I’ve feeling fairly exhausted. There’s always this struggle inside me; a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts. They come and they go. It’s always been like this.

Lately I’ve been thinking about my focus (and where I need to put my energy fiercely) and the directions & changes that I need to make in order to get what (and where) I wish it to be. Everything has been a progress and important in this journey but I decided that was the time again to take a few steps back and to believe again that it is possible, that I can or at least try.

Doing creative things are a relief & therapy for me. Finding my inner self while I am looking for an angle for a picture I have never seen before, finding my inner peace while being amongst nature, finding my inner fulfillment while sharing them with you.  So on the other day I took a walk into a different path and these are some of the passing moments of the things that I saw.

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I got used to build and rebuild my way with my own two hands. I grew up (inside) by deciding everything on my own. I know the ones that give me my roots and wings. I know who joins their hands and makes their strength my strength. But the decisions, the choices, the luck, the yes’s and no’s they are all mine. As well as the only intuition that I follow: mine.

I believe, from what I’ve learned that living is giving up and moving forward. I trust every step I take by following my inner compass. Sometimes (many times) I choose the wrong way. Sometimes (so often) I take dozens of steps back. Sometimes (almost every time) I am thankful for the detour, thankful for the barrier, thankful for the fall, thankful for the ground.

I do not put off anything which may (I believe) change my life forever. And even not knowing what lies ahead, my belief is that it can only be good. After all, my geometry is simple: I give the best of myself to life, I deserve to receive the best that life has instore for me. Sofia de Castro Fernandes

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