When I am calling angels, life looks beautiful.When I am letting monkeys play on my head, life disgusts me.
When all are gone, life is.
I cannot stop writing. But I now I am not expecting some sense. Angels and monkeys are full of sense. Too much of it. Life isn’t. Life just is.
Today, a gate open. Some things became clear.
- I am trying too much. Still. To be a good mother, a loving wife, a faithful follower of my Soul.
- When I need inspiration or guidance, all I need is nice long walk.
- I must publish. Words must be released from their digital cage, to come out to light, into the world, to people. I must trust there are people who need to read.
- Can’t live without jazz and classical music. Music without words.
I realize I love experimenting with Life. Life hides, I seek. Life runs, I chase after.
Andreea Garden, Nov. 2016