“Andre, let’s go outside! We will smell raindrop touches on lilac flowers.” I dug my nose into the mosquito net of the wide-open window. The rain that was whipping the soil for the last three hours almost stopped. I looked as thin sunrays tried to break through clouds and couldn’t hold the buzz inside my body. Trees and grass bathing in soft lights were emerald green. The apple tree we recently planted in the backyard half lost its blooming flowers and seemed to be someone who just ran away from a barber, without completing its haircut. I didn’t mind. The tree represented the transition between ended spring and the upcoming summer.
18 June, 2020
Lilac Fragrance On A Rainy Day
“Andre, let’s go outside! We will smell raindrop touches on lilac flowers.” I dug my nose into the mosquito net of the wide-open window. The rain that was whipping the soil for the last three hours almost stopped. I looked as thin sunrays tried to break through clouds and couldn’t hold the buzz inside my body. Trees and grass bathing in soft lights were emerald green. The apple tree we recently planted in the backyard half lost its blooming flowers and seemed to be someone who just ran away from a barber, without completing its haircut. I didn’t mind. The tree represented the transition between ended spring and the upcoming summer.
It took me almost two months to gather my thoughts and to find them worth sharing after every single travelling plan crushed down on my head with a loud vexatious sound. When the pandemic started in March I remained in hopes that mapped out routes for our Europe trip in May would stay as planned. Full of brave proclamations that the seriousness of the virus is overstretched by the media, hoping, daring to hope that in two months my feet would touch the grounds of London, Paris, Prague and some picturesque old cities of Germany, I kept praying for the positive outcome. I suppose it is easy to guess that no plane took off to London on the selected date. Now, no matter all temptations to share about the tears I shed and devastation I felt, I decided to control myself and instead to share some musings that were born in the middle of my acceptance of the reality.
9 June, 2020
Dealing With Failed Plans
It took me almost two months to gather my thoughts and to find them worth sharing after every single travelling plan crushed down on my head with a loud vexatious sound. When the pandemic started in March I remained in hopes that mapped out routes for our Europe trip in May would stay as planned. Full of brave proclamations that the seriousness of the virus is overstretched by the media, hoping, daring to hope that in two months my feet would touch the grounds of London, Paris, Prague and some picturesque old cities of Germany, I kept praying for the positive outcome. I suppose it is easy to guess that no plane took off to London on the selected date. Now, no matter all temptations to share about the tears I shed and devastation I felt, I decided to control myself and instead to share some musings that were born in the middle of my acceptance of the reality.
Starting from the very bottom of the definition of mindfulness is a condition where one is fully active in the present with body and mind, lives in the moment, and responds to current experiences. It is the healthiest state one can be in, observing each day with love, gratitude and peace. It is, however, the state one must practice daily.
20 May, 2020
Achieving Mindful Style
Starting from the very bottom of the definition of mindfulness is a condition where one is fully active in the present with body and mind, lives in the moment, and responds to current experiences. It is the healthiest state one can be in, observing each day with love, gratitude and peace. It is, however, the state one must practice daily.
“My heart trembles from joy; it is raining! I wonder what it is with humans that we thrive for rain after a few sunny days. The desire for contrasts, I would suppose. But how wonderful it feels, how refreshing is the view of washed fields, hills and roads. Only a few days ago, I thought about emotions I lately lack and my thirst for them. Does that thirst explain my joy of seeing gathering dark clouds and drops on the window? Most definitely, it does.”
6 May, 2020
Thoughts On Rain And Thirst For Contrasts
“My heart trembles from joy; it is raining! I wonder what it is with humans that we thrive for rain after a few sunny days. The desire for contrasts, I would suppose. But how wonderful it feels, how refreshing is the view of washed fields, hills and roads. Only a few days ago, I thought about emotions I lately lack and my thirst for them. Does that thirst explain my joy of seeing gathering dark clouds and drops on the window? Most definitely, it does.”