don't you just love misty spring days? a little bit of melancholy, a little bit of reflection, a little bit of a chill, a little bit of rain...
I always like to go for walks on afternoons like this... it is a great time to talk and walk and dream... a quiet time that puts everything in perspective.
Often on sunny days I feel like I have to get going, doing, being, activity central, if you know what I mean... I must be outside moving about and feeling exuberant and alive...
Yet on misty spring days I give myself the pleasure of my own company.... to slow down a bit, ponder, plan, laze about... whatever.
Pressure seems to be lowered somehow. There is a soberness to the air, the quality of the light, and the expressions on people's faces as they saunter by... some with umbrellas, prepared for the rain, others with newspaper ready to hide the head from a bit of water, and others just sauntering around the place ~ a bit like me... with a bemused expression on their faces.. or alternatively, with deep thought or concern showing upon their features...
funny how misty spring days bring about these phenomena...
I mean, what better day to create a blog, really? hmmmm.....
A story is like water that you heat for your bath. ... Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. ... The body itself is a screen to shield and partially reveal the light that's blazing inside your presence. Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hide and show what's hidden. Study them, and enjoy this being washed with a secret we sometimes know, and then not. (extracts of "Story Water", by Rumi)
Perfiles
oil painting made by my Uncle Salvador Maron - click on painting to link to more of his work...
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