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The others in my dream the first day of spring

Today one of my fellow Master told me dream: open a newspaper (the Courier) and the front page was an article written by me. He entered the class and showed it to me, making me compliments and, while I watched and wept for joy.

Funny how others are able to imagine and to live our, dreams.

Whatever dreams to undertake, cominciala. Boldness has genius, power, magic ... (Goethe).

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Happy New Way

Photo of Oriana House, January 2011.

Happy New Way to all. Or those who are undertaking one.

Let me say something about it. My slogan for some years now, and do not change with the arrival of 2011, is that life has a lot more imagination than us.

We feel confident in our programs, rest assured that we will spend time in a place trying to achieve certain objectives, and then suddenly we find somewhere else to see new roofs, to scan faces of people we would not have expected. This happens so quickly and without warning that we feel scared, fearful that the rush we have did make bad decisions. And the point of initial application remains . We have horror to choose, find ourselves in a new situation which apparently contrasts with the previous year and where everything is still beyond our control. While studying for a statistics software predective analytics , thought the usefulness of such an instrument capable of making predictions on a database with the variants of our ego, able to direct and automate decisions to achieve our goals. Instead, all or is new and what we can observe is only the beginning, like in the picture. Do not see the end creates a sort of anxiety, we ask whether the wear of all our forces and our ideas are still there to support us and help us to achieve new goals. In fact anxiety is what drives us and the dose "just enough" we decide on the basis of something that does not change with the transformation of our ways: anxiety, fears, energy, motivation, confidence and hope are some of the components of our cars . Can we change course, but we who must be centered, make sure that everything is in order to be able to go straight, keep our balance, to have gasoline, oil change. Now, I find myself at the beginning of a tunnel in the mountains, the silence of nature, walking along with two big dogs (that I was afraid), and taking photos here and there. Strange, the roofs of Naba'a. I've always written about Lebanon, what my eyes saw there, and the deceptions of the heart to new feelings learned in Lebanon. The need to express themselves and share, however, remains. The taste for me is in the journey and do not get to a destination originally decided. We change the time, meetings, and edit the preferences, it would maintain the same surface eyes. André Gide said: " Que soit dans ton Regard the Importance, non dans la chose rega rdée! " [The importance is not in your eyes in what looked]. I found myself at a crossroads. I chose one of two paths that I had before, and still do not know if I made the right decision. Click is the act brave because it tells us that our gaze is changing, we'll see new things with a different spirit which led us in that direction. Waiting to reach the finish, we should at times put his oars and let the currents carry them and occasionally paddling with enthusiasm to get a bottle floating harbinger important messages.

PS = certainly, not all face choices and new ways in the same spirit. Improbably to me, there are beings capable of making decisions without too much fretting. I am done that so I wrote this post for me and my roommate adventures / misadventures Lebanese C.

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The head, above his head, the head

( yesterday morning I forgot my notebook at Los Arcos. After the old days, where I remained for refuge shelter for some time to observe the thousands of fascinating objects of any kind that others before me forget, and each time thinking what a curious and how they could hide and tell stories, and 'touched me too. Cos ¡' - perhaps unconsciously - I too wanted to be part of this special family, but popolosissima anonymous, leaving - almost as if to mark their territory - a sign of my passage in a manner imperceptible. But even I with my little story behind it, and the future days ahead.
lost forever the words and thoughts of three days of walking, and a draft of the poem, but 'I hope able to bring back to the surface during my next steps to me in my new sheets English)


2-12-10

I just remember the great cold, so, in a day started cos ¡'¡cos' temperature and weather . meet again surpass me several times and overtaking the boys seen in Pamplona.
will become involuntarily for them and for me, traveling companions the next day.
Starting with dinner at Puente la Reina

3-12-10

In a single morning with about -6, three sudden and severe snow storms, interspersed with many moments of strong sunshine, made me baptized this singular phenomenon "Iberian monsoons.
At the end of the third, my question facing the clouds "so what? Not enough?" , and 'was accepted. Indeed
then flood. Well, change 'changed .......
Estella, large and welcoming, and 'that even in his refuge.

4-12-10

Delivery, as usual, very soon, still on the nose and mouth, the sensation of smell and taste of the delicious soup prepared by Gregory, manager of fixed-term shelter. In
head instead his words are simple but intense, and what 'and what it means' we are doing. Enchanted
I listen and I remain fascinated. After
little taste in the mouth becomes that of an excellent wine, free for all walkers who pass by them ', flows from a source free. A fountain that warms the body and spirit.
and I 'served, since the decision to take the high track, which, having the mountain that I covered him, denied me the sun to 11.
within one day of complete quiet since my departure!!
For the first time after several days are beginning to see the countryside and the hills that seem to not get you anything, giving a very pleasant and exciting feelings of loneliness.
Arrival in the evening, with a great news', tendinitis, my faithful companion, as well Orsodunque obvious, the next few kilometers.

5-12-10

still win the battle with the sun, and the 7 are already 'on the path.
For the truth 'is an unequal struggle since' again - even today - the clouds are so many, dark and menacing charges.

A long, wonderful, endless, hard, fun slide in the first 4 hours break "simple boredom" friend of the roads in the plains, where thoughts expand and dig in my mind.

rains, and does so while hiding in a bar 'cause now I do not want water.
come and eat with them, friends (mature) English to them that 'a little goodbye' forever.
They stay here while I walked on to the country after looking to respect my way first. Demolished by
tendon bomber limped through the center of Logroño, to the ground early to fatigue.

6-12-10

Sky copy, ctrl + c ctrl + v-.
Today 's easy, and even earlier than usual on the streets.
Walking in the dark gives me the feeling that the mileage before dawn are free.
I served.
Soon, despite the painkillers and ointments, I begin to "having to limp" to avoid the agonizing pangs.
31 which seem never to pass, but fortunately that end as well.
wandered the country in search of morphine (a pharmacy gives me a powerful painkiller), with a crippled gait medieval beggar.
As always, a hot shower and rest helped me.
Tomorrow we'll see. Hello

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