Days and nights around Meylan

Now that September has gone, I feel like looking back to the past months, including all Summer, and feeling all the bless I can feel. 

Being a believer that "everything happens for a reason" (oh, clichés!...) was never 'my thing', or something I rely on; instead, scepticism and believing that I could have the control of everything in my life were my mottos. But, you know, there comes times in life when we are proved wrong more times than wished, so we start paying attention to the signs, evidences and what's happening in a moment and then the other and then what follows... and yeah, we have no choice but to admit "[probably] everything really happens for a reason", because most certainly these moments will be connected one with another. And, for the good and for the bad, that's simply amazing!

The worst part, for a personality like mine, is to understand, in darkest moments, that better days will come and that those moments are needed for the light to come be appreciated...

As for what made me write this post in particular, I cannot be other thing than grateful and proud for the life I have, I choose to live and that I decide to live everyday. I know I'm a very lucky girl and this Summer just proved me that once again.

In early May I had not so good news (things that can make you really out of courage for a moment) then Summer came and I spent most of it in France, met wonderful people and had incredible days and nights that filled my life with great memories and then, September came, and everything was fixed again...

(Seems this September has brought all winds of change, no doubt. You, sweet thing...)

So, you see, maybe I needed that bad things happened, that everything changed suddenly and made me go through harsh times, so that I could gain all the unexpected love and good "things" I gained in the meantime before everything was fixed and changed again!

"Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith."

Gratitude for everything, always...

Sofi making the most of classic items

Photo: Sofi

Random inspiration for transitional days

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It's been 2 incredible years for me!...

- It's so encouraging to see the future unfurl. 
- As long as you remember it will bear no resemblance to the past.

in Downton Abbey

Quantas vezes estendi a mão e nela guardei a tua ausência?

Al Berto

I change because I get bored

Continuing my theory from this previous post, seems like this September is indeed proving me wrong and keep bringing some changes around here... Re-re-redecorating my room.

What else to come?

Harbor cottage

This is the perfect cottage to imagine:

(...) wild and romantic [Winters] with blustery walks on the dunes followed by cosy knits in front of a fire and the summers are spent with morning dips, crabbing and paddling in rock pools. Balmy evenings with bonfires on the beach and ever changing views. OK I'm getting carried away. But you get the picture! If you don't, this beautiful former General Store in Maine owned by Fiona And Tony Hooper, now renovated into a holiday home may help set the scene. Behind that door is everything a cottage should be.

in My Scandinavian Home (adapted)

Photos: designskool

People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don’t love love – love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive. Our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it. It’s ridiculous.

Matt Chandler Parsons

Water is my element

Aaaaaah, clear mind, calm heart!

Water has to be my element, as it is here that I found myself more times than I can count.

I'm sure that being born and raised near the seaside and this beautiful lagoon (Pateira) gave me this sense of belonging to the water. As much as I can admire and respect countryside, it's around water that I found my best strengths. Being around mountains always give me this sense of claustrophobia and the limits are so clear that it's as if they are an obstruction (to me), whereas looking at the sea gives this sensation of 'infinite' and "let's do this!".

But above all, Nature shouldn't be put on check anyway because beauty is actually everywhere, this is more of a selfish thing and about where you found yourself at your best...

O dia indicado para um dos meus poemas preferidos

"Vem por aqui" - dizem-me alguns com os olhos doces
Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros
De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse
Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui!"
Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,
(Há, nos olhos meus, ironias e cansaços)
E cruzo os braços,
E nunca vou por ali...

A minha glória é esta:
Criar desumanidade!
Não acompanhar ninguém.
- Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade
Com que rasguei o ventre à minha mãe

Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde
Me levam meus próprios passos...

Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde
Por que me repetis: "vem por aqui!"?

Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,
Redemoinhar aos ventos,
Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,
A ir por aí...

Se vim ao mundo, foi
Só para desflorar florestas virgens,
E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!
O mais que faço não vale nada.

Como, pois sereis vós
Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas e coragem
Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...
Corre, nas vossas veias, sangue velho dos avós,
E vós amais o que é fácil!
Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,
Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...

Ide! Tendes estradas,
Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,
Tendes pátria, tendes tectos,
E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios...
Eu tenho a minha Loucura !
Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,
E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...

Deus e o Diabo é que guiam, mais ninguém.
Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;
Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,
Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.

Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções!
Ninguém me peça definições!
Ninguém me diga: "vem por aqui"!
A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou.
É uma onda que se alevantou.
É um átomo a mais que se animou...
Não sei por onde vou,
Não sei para onde vou
- Sei que não vou por aí!

"Cântico Negro", José Régio