share my awe and wonder at being alive at all

I went late to my apartment complex gym, once there, tought of going for a swim. The water was way cold, I swam for 5 minutes and then just allowed the water to support my weight, tired and warm, the water no longer feeling cold, I got on my back and watched the night sky, just over my point of view was standing the Orion constellation, a man suspended in heaven and myself suspended in water, the weightlessness and the whole sky covering almost my entire field of view made me feel for an instant I was actually in space, I felt vertigo and lose my buoyancy after resurfacing got off the water with a big laugh and coughing.

A friend asked in his facebook page how many stars are in the sky, I was going to answer him 10 Teras, but then, a more obvious answer come to my mind: enough to makes us wonder. Not too few to not be interested on them, not too many to scare us.

this week I’m hosting trough the couchsurfing website a german, an eslovenian and a spaniard, three different people but very much alike, the greatest thing is being able to watch them interact, to share their findings, their dreams, their goals, the world is so big and at the same time so small, I try to ask minutiae about their home towns, the people there, then look in google earth and try to imagine how would have been growing there, it’s a personal perspective I enjoy having, if I can reach my goal that in every one of those corners of the earth there would be a human which path crossed with mine and that I was able to plant a small seed of friendship and nurturing trough the years I would be, as the little prince, to see the stars and see a well in every one of them.

Isn’t wonderful we are the way we are…

On saturday morning I decided to rearrange the containers where I keep my plants, since I’ve been lazy, the kitchen herbs where mixed with the vegetables and the flowering ones.

Once I finished puting each one in their own containers I noted one of my plants hadn’t flowered yet, my aunt
had bought it to me from grandma’s house, however it looked quite strong,
and the other varieties of it, more smaller in size started blossoming
as soon as I put them in the containers from the nursery.

This morning I went to see if they needed water, the container where I planted
that one was just down the sill when I looked down there it was, a bright, big
purplish flower.

Guess she was shy of being surrounded by basils :-P

It was 2:00pm this afternoon, the weather was cool, Broken Social Scene was singing “Just like the Sun”, I went and looked the sea at the distance, the waves going uninterrupted trough the bay towards the shore where they’ll crash and become foam, the music started to increase its tempo and loudness and then started to rain, a small drizzle that seemed to increase with the music, I wasn’t carrying a t-shirt and my skin was hot, I could feel every single cold drop falling on me, the waves keep rolling at the distance, the music and the rain wonderful in sync, the joy of being alive.

For being able to experience what intolerance, bigotry, irrational fear and hate feels like.

For being able to feel your heart breaking when a human you love or respect acts like that.

For being able to feel ashamed when a culture you respect promotes and enforce those acts.

For being able to understand not all people choose to fear, to bigot, to hate what is different.

For keeping faith in mankind and give humans the benefit of doubt.

I was trying to get over the window in order to get a closer look to a peristeria blossom, I slip and my face got straight into the herbs container, it was heaven, the smell of basil, rosemary and thyme (the poor chaps my nose dive atop of).

Keeping up with my 43 things found a great task, writting a note to my younger self.

This entry from Angela was moving. Life seems to move forward and past remains only in our memories, but, what an amazing thought being able to lecture your younger self and share with him all the good and bad you’d found in the road.

Thanks for that.

I was watering my plants this morning and noted the small clavelinas were surrounded by tiny wasps. I’ll install a feeder.

In the distance a small cloud was being rushed away by the strong winds, as I stared at it, its velocity started to slow as if ashamed of being catched running as small kids often do.

The cloud brought to my memory an incident years before, I was in the 5 grade and was watching clouds with my best friend, she was the smartest girl in the class. I was explaining the rain cycle and she said “I thought the clouds never changed, that they flew all around the world”.

I saw her as for the first time, a sensibility I didn’t know it was there.

Imagination, “a thing of beauty is a joy forever”.