I write I write I write because writing makes me feel good, because I write so many things are clarified. Always. But I know that lately I have not written. I know, and I miss that part of me, very much. Sometimes when I'm around with my camera (as usual lately ...) I think of what I write ... all that I could write ... and all those things that I do not write because ... mainly due to time constraints, but also because sometimes we are afraid of hurting someone or something ... because we are afraid to disappoint the expectations ... maybe even their own ...
But anyway ... Yesterday I went out at 7am to go to work and as I passed the bridge to go to the city from dawn the sky was on fire! The Rangitoto (dormant volcano out of the bay of Auckland) was on fire. The orange and red sea, the sky orange and red ... I like being in an immense, enveloping fire ... and I said to myself an infinite number of things. I said that, despite the incredible ups and downs in recent months, here ... when the sadness stays firmly in your days, when fatigue does not let you down even after 10 hours of continuous sleep, when it seems that everything is so complicated that you wonder "who made me do ???"... here that the universe, life ... God (as you prefer) ... throws you a message ... a sign (Liz. ... .. here we go again) ... and this morning when I seemed to be an automation way to work, leaving my children and sentendendomi terribly guilty and taking with me all those questions that at times of difficulty I think all the immigrants all you do ... That morning I got a big emotional message ... fiery sunrise, a unique landscape in a single moment (half an hour later would have been different) and I was there ... honored guest and honorary ... that emotion ...
"Opportunities are missed Often Because They show up in overalls and with a working dress." (Thomas A. Edison)
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