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When there ain’t much to say, except there is a whole lot to feel.
there ain’t much to say
Étiquette : nature
wissant
« I threw my cup away when I saw a child drinking from a stream with his hands »
Socrates
getting lost
Tiny citydweller happiness recipe
A sunny Sunday where spring is calling you, jump in your car or onto your bike with a mission to escape the city life. Of course you’ll need finding the right place, the one where greenery is still allowed, on purpose or by chance, to thrive on its own. It may take a while, so be patient. It may be that big parc on the other side of the city. Or that tiny patch of grass just around your corner which you had never noticed before. Trust your instinct and you’ll find it.
Once you’re on the right track, you must seek the most offbeat paths and make yourself tiny, almost invisible. If you have small children, ask for their guidance and they’ll be thrilled to introduce you to this secret world to which they belong. Then you’ll enter a parallel reality bursting with life that blossoms, sprouts, weaves and silently chews away while people rush by unaware, so busy with their very important tasks. They will not see that spring is slowly coming over. Nor be surprised to spot green leaves on a dry branch or a couple tiny flowers making their way out of dead leaves or seeds answering who knows what secret morse code and starting to sprout on the paveway. They might pass just a few inches away and not marvel at this miracle, but you will. And it needn’t be Thailand or Peru or the Arizona desert. You don’t need to go far to get lost and find yourself all of a sudden feeling connected to a bigger dimension that breathes in and out and creates a thousand forms of life out of death, in a relentless, constant transformation. It »s no big deal really, still it will make you feel alive. Maybe you’ll feel like putting words on it or you’ll keep silent – ’cause there isn’t much to say anyway – and just smile, like people who’ve just shared a tiny big secret and a moment of pure happiness.
Wishing you many of these moments, friends!
7
So it’s 7.
Seven years since the day I felt a tiny sting in my bosom while catching the bus and I thought « that’s it ». As I sat down because I had a long journey ahead, I looked out of the window and took a mental tour of all the things I had to take care of; the maternity carry-on, your brother’s activities and little gift, dinners in the fridge. Before telling anyone that it was it, I slowly carried my huge belly to some grocery-shopping and through all those tiny to-be-finished tasks. And all the while I whispered to you « hold on love, just a little bit longer, I’m almost ready » and to myself « hold on to this moment, before your world changes forever again, don’t miss a bit of it ». You listened to me, you know. It was not until everything was done that the pain grew stronger and the waters broke and we rushed in the car, my breathing more ad more ragged, the pain reaching its highest peak, the doubt, the fear, breath in, breathe out, you can do it, you’ve done it before, just lean in, the friendly voices cheering, we’re almost there, then my world stood still, unique incomparable wonder, meeting your eyes wide open as you were lying on my womb.
7 days since that day, my joy fairy, my little bird. It feels like yesterday yet forever. For me, you’re always that tiny newborn, almost not crying and spending the night teaching my breasts how you want to be fed. But I know you’re growing up and, not so far away, the day will come when I’ll no longer be the center of your universe. I’m overjoyed to see you grow and become your own person, with your tastes and personality. But I would lie if I said that in this mama’s heart, who cradeled you, as your brother, each day ever since you were born, there is not also a pinch of apprenesion thinking about this. Thank god, there is a remedy. A panacea for this melancholia: seeing you happy and laughing.
Happy birthday sweet fairy,
may all your future days be filled with such joy and wonder.
In her hands #7
* In her hands *
Because I was blessed with a little girl who sees magic and beauty everywhere, because her pockets are always full of wonders that she loves to show and tell you all about. Once a week I’ll share a pic of these treasures here. As a souvenir for her. But most of all to remind me to see all the beauty that’s around me, just like she does. If you wish to join, please share your link for all to see. Enjoy your evening friends!
* Dans ses mains *
Parce que j’ai été bénie d’une petite fille qui voit la magie et la beauté partout. Parce que ses poches sont toujours pleines de merveilles qu’elle est ravie de vous montrer et raconter. Une fois par semaine, je partagerai ici une photo de ces trésors. Comme un souvenir pour elle. Mais surtout, pour me rappeler de regarder toujours la beauté qui m’entoure, comme elle sait si bien le faire. Si le coeur vous en dit, partagez votre lien dans un commentaire pour que tous puissent le suivre. Je vous souhaite une douce soirée, chers amis!
In her hands #6
* In her hands *
Because I was blessed with a little girl who sees magic and beauty everywhere, because her pockets are always full of wonders that she loves to show and tell you all about. Once a week I’ll share a pic of these treasures here. As a souvenir for her. But most of all to remind me to see all the beauty that’s around me, just like she does. If you wish to join, please share your link for all to see. Enjoy your evening friends!
* Dans ses mains *
Parce que j’ai été bénie d’une petite fille qui voit la magie et la beauté partout. Parce que ses poches sont toujours pleines de merveilles qu’elle est ravie de vous montrer et raconter. Une fois par semaine, je partagerai ici une photo de ces trésors. Comme un souvenir pour elle. Mais surtout, pour me rappeler de regarder toujours la beauté qui m’entoure, comme elle sait si bien le faire. Si le coeur vous en dit, partagez votre lien dans un commentaire pour que tous puissent le suivre. Je vous souhaite une douce soirée, chers amis!
In her hands #5
* In her hands *
Because I was blessed with a little girl who sees magic and beauty everywhere, because her pockets are always full of wonders that she loves to show and tell you all about. Once a week I’ll share a pic of these treasures here. As a souvenir for her. But most of all to remind me to see all the beauty that’s around me, just like she does. If you wish to join, please share your link for all to see. Enjoy your evening friends!
* Dans ses mains *
Parce que j’ai été bénie d’une petite fille qui voit la magie et la beauté partout. Parce que ses poches sont toujours pleines de merveilles qu’elle est ravie de vous montrer et raconter. Une fois par semaine, je partagerai ici une photo de ces trésors. Comme un souvenir pour elle. Mais surtout, pour me rappeler de regarder toujours la beauté qui m’entoure, comme elle sait si bien le faire. Si le coeur vous en dit, partagez votre lien dans un commentaire pour que tous puissent le suivre. Je vous souhaite une douce soirée, chers amis!
In her hands #4
* In her hands *
Because I was blessed with a little girl who sees magic and beauty everywhere, because her pockets are always full of wonders that she loves to show and tell you all about. Once a week I’ll share a pic of these treasures here. As a souvenir for her. But most of all to remind me to see all the beauty that’s around me, just like she does. If you wish to join, please share your link for all to see. Enjoy your evening friends!
* Dans ses mains *
Parce que j’ai été bénie d’une petite fille qui voit la magie et la beauté partout. Parce que ses poches sont toujours pleines de merveilles qu’elle est ravie de vous montrer et raconter. Une fois par semaine, je partagerai ici une photo de ces trésors. Comme un souvenir pour elle. Mais surtout, pour me rappeler de regarder toujours la beauté qui m’entoure, comme elle sait si bien le faire. Si le coeur vous en dit, partagez votre lien dans un commentaire pour que tous puissent le suivre. Je vous souhaite une douce soirée, chers amis!
In her hands #3
* In her hands *
Because I was blessed with a little girl who sees magic and beauty everywhere, because her pockets are always full of wonders that she loves to show and tell you all about. Once a week I’ll share a pic of these treasures here. As a souvenir for her. But most of all to remind me to see all the beauty that’s around me, just like she does. If you wish to join, please share your link for all to see. Enjoy your evening friends!
* Dans ses mains *
Parce que j’ai été bénie d’une petite fille qui voit la magie et la beauté partout. Parce que ses poches sont toujours pleines de merveilles qu’elle est ravie de vous montrer et raconter. Une fois par semaine, je partagerai ici une photo de ces trésors. Comme un souvenir pour elle. Mais surtout, pour me rappeler de regarder toujours la beauté qui m’entoure, comme elle sait si bien le faire. Si le coeur vous en dit, partagez votre lien dans un commentaire pour que tous puissent le suivre. Je vous souhaite une douce soirée, chers amis!
This moment #42
*Ce moment-là*
Un rituel hebdomadaire, inspiré de la rubrique de SouleMama: une photo spéciale, sans (ou parfois avec) commentaires. Un arrêt sur image sur un petit grand bonheur, du quotidien ou extra-ordinaire, que j’ai envie de chérir et garder hors du temps. Si le cœur vous en dit, insérez votre lien dans un commentaire pour que tous puissent le voir.
*This moment*
A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog. A special picture, without (or sometimes with) subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. If you wish to do the same, do share your link in a comment for all to see.
CRISTINA PORZIO 