Tracey Thorn / 'Sister Winter' by buzzinfly

Tracey Thorn / 'Sister Winter' by buzzinfly

Wine, roses and candles

Learn, breath, relax, be patient, smell myself, share, give, take.
Return to childhood, to teenagehood, to a simpler life … i'm surrounded by treasures!!
Time has got a total different measure … working for others is not determining and shaping it, how the fuck have we reached this degree of global slavery!?
The days here jump and run over one another in the calendar, this is a sign of happiness – they say -. Darkness comes early making the evenings a carpet of vanishing light and growing breath ... other carpets i had previously vacuumed.
Hours are short, Ileana is right despite not having any article published in Science: days have got 16 hours … evenings are longer and dogs are heard in the distance spicing a wonderful, healing silence.
Each and every walk is a long trip aiming at some piata, target, view, purchase .. you start it and you are already longing to arrive home: wait, wait to warm up and you'll see.
Everything takes time: getting to places, shopping, payments, cooking, what a pleasant delight: take, wash, clean, peel, cut, mix, boil, stir, smash, try, enjoy, store … cause food is food, plainly, smelly, flavoured, alive and kicking!
No plastic, the minimum containers, the minimum quantity of waste. Reduce and live.

And in the middle of all these sensations, a few days ago, somebody unexpectedly brought home-made cookies and the second wine of the day without knowing it was my birthday … probably a coincidence, but one of those which make your day.

And to end with this post, let me mention how that day ended: the flow, floating energies, the night, the proximity, the skin, that flow, what is that overwhelming flow … where its source, its origin, where does it drink from. That flow comes unexpectedly and trascends us, we are driven by an energy which fills up the whole room, it's total, round, hot ... the skin runs, burns, floats, expands … first the skin and then the whole body is taken, driven by this flow, this absolute wellness of the senses … all senses working at the same level of intensity: you think, feel, sex, live, dream and awake all in one … the beings slowly slowly turn into a sea of liquids, space elongates to the trikinion, time disolves, body and mind go beyond themselves and they become some new flesh ... we have not taken any substance … or maybe we have? Thank you, iubita: with you everything is flowing.