Category: Basket of thoughts

New beginnings

A couple of months ago, I settled myself in the Algarve through a permaculture volunteering project. I was as empty as a bottle of water left covered by desert sand for weeks. It was the second stop of a solo travel with no final destination. This trip had nothing to do with moving from places to places to snap pictures…

Uncomfortable state of humankind

There is an ultimate determination about the status of being human which I like to remind myself every time I tend to deliver (part of) my meaning to someone or something else out of me. To an external representation of pleasure, happiness, purpose. This normally comes with a bitter taste at the back of my tongue, inundating the whole experience…

Since I have been living my way

Every day is truly a new day. There is a recycling of energies and ideas and colors that give me life. I feel I am finally holding the right brush to paint my days just as I want them to be. Since I left Holland and a permanent job, as weird as it may sound, I have been working a…

The brain watcher

Brain watching, unlikely bird watching, is my favourite hobby when the bad, uncomfortable, unnecessary thoughts start to kick in. I can already feel it in the air before the time. Maybe it’s when I am a bit tired or maybe I had drunk too much the night before. Regardless of the cause I may want to look for, it never has…

Souls of my days

There are eyes crossing mine, every day. Smiles disguising horrors. Laughs so loud that can make a house shaking. Then I accidentally listen to the quickest movements and suddenly big truths strip the silky veils. When I catch dark lights right on a blink of an eye. What I truly adore about my everyday is meeting the eyes of all…