Writing
Maybe the angel of inspiration will come and sit on my shoulder if I just start moving my pen on the paper, while I wait for what’s to come.
I feel peaceful, even though there is a succession of days that either seem to be a Sunday or are a Sunday.
Evidently it is time to turn deeply into myself, with little distraction from the outside, just like the flower bulbs in the garden are hibernating under a layer of snow. Their roots will enter the earth abundantly as soon as the rays of the sun are a bit stronger, and new life will be formed, which eventually will show itself in the miraculous beauty of a flower.
I wish for everyone who reads this that the good things that life has in store for you will unfold in 2010!