This is a sisterhood circle that I love going every first Wednesday of each month.

Eu definitivamente AMO viajar sozinha. De trem então, melhor ainda. A liberdade e o desapego são parte da felicidade que sinto. Nada me amarra, o presente compreende.

A observação prevalesce, junto à imaginação e curiosidade. Quem são e o que pensam as pessoas que observo no trem? Que línguas falam? Que cidadezinhas são estas que passam velozes e parecem tão antigas? Um rio se estica lá embaixo.

Não vejo a hora de ver a imensidão da água, na costa norte da França, também conhecida como Normandia. O monastério no topo de uma ilhota.

From Paris II

O sol vem e vai, as nuvens passam rápidas porém pesadas. O dia tão bonito com verdes pastos e árvores com folhas ligeirinhas a nascerem. É o começo da primavera, sem dúvida.

(escrito durante minha viagem de ida a Mont Saint Michel, Normandia)

During the flight to Paris, I read an excerpt of a biographic book in a magazine called Parabola (this edition the theme was love). I was then reminded of the fascinating story of Hellen Keller, which I had heard in the week before I came to study in USA.

From Paris IV

The coincidence is that the same book was there, in Paris, in my friend’s book shelf, and I decided to read it during this vacation week (lots of metro & train time).
What a delight to read this story of this blind and deaf girl growing up. She was so determined and full of love for life that she learned how to read as well as speak, went to college and mastered not only English but German and French!

She used the Braille method, spelling words on her hands as well as reading lips ( touching them)
Her amazingly vivid descriptions are really touching, and I let myself absorb her ways to take in the world, through her touch, smell and sensibility.

“I also enjoy canoeing, and I suppose you will smile when I say that I especially like it on moonlight nights. I cannot, it is true, see the moon climb up the sky behind the pines and steal softly across the heavens, making a shiny path for us to follow; but I know she is there, as I lie back among the pillows and put my hand in the water, I fancy that I feel the shimmer of her garments as she passes.”
“next to a leisure walk, I enjoy a ‘spin’ on my tandem bicycle. it is splendid to feel the wind blowing in my face and the springy motion of my iron steed. the rapid rush through the air. gives me a delicious sense of strength and buoyancy, and the exercise makes my pulses dance and my heart sing.”
“I lived myself into all things. I was never still a moment; my life was as full of motion as those little insects that crowd a whole existence into one brief day”.
“When a rainy day keeps me indoors, I amuse myself after the manner of other girls. I like to knit and crochet; or perhaps I play a game or two of checkers or chess with a friend. I have a special board on which I play these games.”
and, to finish there quotations, nothing more adequate than this part, since I went to museums and especially enjoyed the marble sculptures of great Greek, French and Italian masters:
“museums and art stores are also sources of pleasure and inspiration. Doubtless it will seem strange to many that the hand unaided by sight can feel action, sentiment, beauty in the cold marble; and yet it is true that I derive genuine pleasure from touching great works of art. I can feel in faces of gods and heroes hate, courage, and love, just as I can detect them in living faces I am permitted to touch. My soul delights in the repose and gracious curves of Venus;”

I love when a book inspires more love for life.

cold Wind frees my mind of superfluous thoughts

birds returning with the cycle of Nature

snow Shimmering sparkles my colorful imagination

working muscles remind me of how Alive and capable I am

bus driver says Hi! Oh… the love for this Community!

deep Connection with my breath – this is Me, over and over

the solitude of Happiness, the happiness of Solitude

the Experience of life

the unexpected and continuous love of Nature

the Present

the Freedom

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” all the greatest and most importnat problems of life are fundamentally unsolvable….. [ they are] not solved logically in [their] own terms but fade when confronted with a new and stronger life urge.”

How do you immagine your mom before she met your father? How do you immagine your father before he even met her? What personnality traits are still recognizable after they met, and after they started a family? How much of their beliefs, aims, habits and pass-times are different since they met, and/or since they started a family? Of course part of this we can’t answer but I wonder.

How much people change once they have a family?
If we have a unique personal essence, how much of it continues shinning with us independently of our choices/phases in life?

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Como voce imagina sua mãe antes de ter conhecido seu pai? Como vc imagina seu pai antes disso? Quais traços de personalidade continuaram presentes? Quais as crenças, objetivos, passatempos e hábitos eles tinham antes, e quanto disso se manteve depois? Quanto fica da essencia original de cada um separadamente depois de casar e formar uma familia? Parte disso nao podemos responder, mas vale a pena pensar…

Se temos uma essencia só nossa, quanto dela se perpetua e se mantém viva e radiante durante toda a vida, e quanto nós abandonamos dependendo da circunstancia/fase em que vivemos?

Coisas pra pensar…