It was nice to meet you 2013, I will definitely remember you!
Since the beginning you’ve been very honest and sincere, I like that. Maybe we had some disagreement, but never misunderstanding. So let’s enjoy tonight, together hand by hand, and embrace our upcoming friend.
Happy “to be continued…” to everybody!
Lately I was wondering about our age, the number I mean, me for example I am 32 years old, but what does it mean actually? What’s in a number?
As a tree looked from far away seems homogeneous, we too, head, trunk and four limbs, but observed in detail the tree has maybe longer branches in one side than in another, perhaps some roots are deeper because of the availability of water in the soil, more likely it will grow more green leaves from the side were the Sun reaches it and so on. In my point of view we are somehow the same. I am 32 because the Earth have completed 32 times the orbit around the Sun while I have been living on it (and I still live on Earth, so you know), but parts of me are still immature and one could say I am childish or teenager, as well as some other aspects of me maybe reflect a more mature character, more than 32. I would say this imbalance is even natural, grow at the same speed and reach the same level of maturity in all aspects of our lives looks to me non human, but rather a pc update.
Nevertheless, as wise people say, balance is a virtue, so work towards a proper balance in our lives may be beneficial for our personal development.
To all of you who have siblings, I hope you can share with them some good moments.
Fortunately, from time to time, my brother and me enjoy some nice chats, and in this occasion, we shared few beers too in Czech Republic.
This morning I woke up like I slept for a long time. I was confused. I woke up wishing for past events repeat again, hoping for future events that are in my mind will happen.
The “here and now” tells us about mindfulness, the awareness of the present moment. The past and future distractions make me feel like I am pulled from two ropes in opposite directions, like I am thinning, spread too much, and to regain the center I need an anchor in the present to let go the past-rope and the future-rope. Sometimes it is not easy.
Today my anchor was… the shower! Simple, isn’t it? Nothing better than pay attention to clean carefully the body. Actually I use it often as anchor.
Do you have any special present-anchor?
Lately I am planting seeds or whatever piece of plant indoors that may eventually grow into new life. As I enjoy follow everyday how my friend tree-in-front-of-my-flat is loosing its leaves, I am thrilled by the idea of observe new plants rooting, growing and, I hope one day, blooming.
The first seeds I planted were from pumpkin (I love them, so tasty!). Pumpkin should be planted in spring in order to harvest the fruit in early autumn, but I felt like trying indoors, the temperature and humidity are quite stable and close to spring conditions. What is missing maybe is proper daily sunlight… but so far, they are growing.
Today I was thinking what will eventually happen with the sprouts, will they realize this is a fake spring? That they are growing off season? And they will not produce any fruit? And exactly these words turned up into my mind like a spark. Happens often to all of us, we feel it is not the right time for this or too late/early for that. Like growing pumpkins in autumn or harvesting pumpkins in spring.
But here they are, my pumpkin sprouts, greening my room out of season. I will water them, and keep a proper temperature to make them grow. Maybe they will just wait until the right season will come again, or maybe they will grow despite days are shorter and outdoors is slowly becoming quiet, ready to welcome the winter. Whatever it goes, I am with them, doing my best growing even when sometimes I feel like resting.
Happy inverted Halloween!
My friend tree-in-front-of-my-flat (namely beech) has day by day less leaves. It prepares itself for the winter, for the stand-by mode until the first springy sunny days will show up.
It is amazing how the leaves change color every day, I could look at it for hours. How many greens, yellows and browns there are!
My friend stands there whatever the weather looks like, whatever the season it is, growing at its own pace, in harmony with Nature.
That’s it, in harmony with Nature. That’s the spirit.