Poems ~ Stories ~ Thoughts ~ Compositions
If we look at things, wanting to find something bad, or wrong, in them we will always find some nuance that will appear bad, or can be seen as “wrong”.
If we look at the same with a positive attitude, we will always find in them something positive, something to praise, rays of light to dance about.
Unless it is something like “an equation”, we always see things through the lens of our heart. Even that case however, sometimes and to some extent, is subject to the same above rules..
I had a cappuccino this morning.
Our country is in a lockdown state, due to Covid restrictions, so you cannot go and consume anything inside the public places, there is not such option, only take away.
So I had a cappuccino, a croissant and I moved out the café. I sat on a cement bench, in the nearby garden, to take a moment, consume my coffee, and allow myself some personal time, before heading to work. I sat there, posed the coffee on the cement surface, and looking around I noticed the garden, I added a little bit of sugar, then I unfolded the croissant. I spotted two little sparrows in the bush, they peeked out.
The simple sight of them was joy, they simply made me crack a little smile. I couldn’t resist, I picked sat the cappuccino down and picked a crumble, bent forward while still sitting there cross legged and tried to invite them closer with little kisses. They were scared, they looked scared but curious.
Isn’t nature beautiful?
I tried to speak to them with my mind. Aren’t we silly ? I did that without even noticing, or thinking about the sense of doing such thing. But I did it, I wanted to talk to them. We do that all the time, I think we do that all the time, silly, or maybe magical.
I gently dropped the crumb, in their direction. I got lucky, it landed close. The gesture scared them, but only a little. They came back, the bolder one, the other one kept leaping behind. The bolder one picked it and flew a couple of meters away, they shared it.
I almost had tears. As soon as it happened I looked forward to do it again. I did it again, it all happened again, with little variations on the theme. I needed to have a better crumb, and I wished the shy one to pick one.
I could write about it a lot. Something so simple, yet so beautiful.
Do people see such beauties? They certainly do, it is impossible not to see it.
Two little sparrows, the most common of the bird, they live too though.
Maybe they are jumping around now, happy, the bold and the shy.
Tears.
life is beautiful.
sometimes we feel like we want to quit it, switch ourselves off, yet life is beautiful.
❤️
Sometimes strength and love is expressed at their peak, when we say
“Please” or “Sorry” or “I’m Lost”
when we ask for help, when we apologise, when we let it flood we openly speak we say we need help.
To do that is love, to me it is.
I want to think everyone can do mistakes.
I want to think that when someone does the very best, respectfully, with love, passion and dedication, errors may come, adjustments might be needed to make things work, but errors are possible.
I love the idea we live in a world where we are not paralysed by the fear of mistaking, and where we help each other to achieve the best, for everyone even by stepping back if needed, but with joy for mutual growth of us all.
Mistaking is human, and as for me, I think that recognising asking the help of others, that is strength, not weakness, maybe one of the highest forms of strength. I can be a strong woman, in fact strong enough to ask for help when I need it, defend my positions, and intentions, and go through them, and even apologise when needed.
Reflections over the things of Life
She does not hide it,
nor deny it,
she always wears it,
all she is and all she feels.
She’s all-You-see-and-all-I-feel-is-what-you-get.
Everybody sees that.
Everybody hears her joyful smile, the fact she’s taken and how she dances.
She does not brag it, she lives it proudly, no reserves.
She does not fear it to be offending.
She wears it classy, she does her best for to be that way.
She does her best to wear her bond as her own best jewel: distinction point.
People do like her, sometimes desires her, sometimes dislikes her.
She’s used to it, it makes her smile. It makes her proud to be Her jewel, her living jewel, her little heartbeat.
It makes her even more reserved, blatantly open and yet reserved. Shining bright and yet untouchable
She’s the one that never changed, never hid her full devotion and never will.
Nor in storms and nor in the Spring.
When people thought she would just fade, she wore a dress and kept being kind.
She wears Her bond,
She wears Her oath.
She never hid it and never will.
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