natural gifts. Respite
deeply filling my lungs with the transcendent essence of this bright morning air. The troubled dream I'm about to call a nightmare, I woke up anxious. However, I have enough to open the blinds, tour the glass door and lean out the balcony to give the face the rising sun that gives me a certain freshness in the wind I still retain within me. No matter what the images reveal my subconscious, I like to hold on to my present reality at the dawn of July, marking the midpoint between the beginning and end of the year.
this intermediate state is the certainty that makes me and frees me from the illusion or longing with which we commit when we start or finish something. You feel you do not ascend or descend, not accelerated or slowed, it is expected the holidays as they come and take my place naturally receive what is written.
The previous afternoon, announcing large huge storm clouds, but even their thick gray background, a perfect rainbow was present. Wonderful show of lights and shadows, colors and aromas of moisture, encouraged sensitive hearts able to observe everything with reflection and admiration. Yet not a single drop on the streets vanished, despite the forecast that indicated the black sky. Fairly and although I love the rain, a heavy thunderstorm and would not have helped in my mood of the evening yesterday. Contrast between areas of bouncing orange sky sun, others with large black clouds, appeared a beautiful rainbow of bright colors reflecting ranges that made me stop my activities for the valuable time during the brincoteo behold my eyes along the way from start to finish.
We are full of natural gifts for our nights and days. Sometimes we recognize and appreciate. Many other problems prevented us from observing life and discover the message of love in them. They are there and are sufficient for those who like to take them. It is an option but an opportunity to feel the force of divine love towards us. I take this opportunity then ... Do you?. Tere
García Osuna.
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