I look at the blank paper that lays in front of me. It haunts me
I want to paint, I want to draw and give it life but my fingers don’t obey me.
Thousand thoughts tell me it won’t work. It just won’t happen.
“What would you paint?” they say “it’s not in you. You just simply don’t have it”
Other thoughts are more benevolent
“Come on, give it a try. There’s nothing to lose”
I draw a couple of bees but my perfectionism rejects them. I try again and another gagging creature emerges from the pencil colors.
First of all, I have to say thank you to all of you for following me here Medium.
It does mean the world to me. Your support, your kind words and constant support is a source of comfort and happiness. And because I always want to share my “new adventures” with you, I would like to tell you that I am starting a blog on vocal as well.
Thank you again for all your friendship.
Lots of love,
Thanks God! 2020 is over!!
The vaccine is here, and hopefully this #COVID-19 nightmare will end soon. I am an optimistic. I am. I want to believe that the vaccine will be given to the most vulnerable people. Yes, including the elderly and people with pre-existing medical conditions. And I hope all the governments are able to secure the necessary amount of vaccines for their respective populations.
Today, more than ever, sharing is important.
I wish us all a wonderful 2021, and please do not pay attention to the “what did you achieve this 2020?” posts that the-so-called-influencers love promoting…
I’ve never had a daruma doll before. I always thought they were beautiful, I just simply didn’t get one. Don’t know why, maybe it’s just one of those things.
But walking on the beach in the British shoreline, I find myself thinking of Japan. The every day things I used to do, eat, enjoy and have at hand.
I sit among the pebbles and mindlessly pick one after another and then, a pebble with a rare and yet familiar shape catches my eye.
“It can’t be, can it?,” I ask to no one.
I look at it, and it’s definitely…
The Hibiya shrine, one of my favourite shrines,I don’t know how to describe it but there’s something about it that makes it “magical.”
I’ve read somewhere that we consider it a “power spot” in Japan, “power spot” often refers to a place where a special “energy” is felt.
“I’ll miss you. Will we see each other again?” I ask to the moon
“Only time would tell,” she replies and few little raindrops fall on my cheek crying the tears I don’t dare to cry. “But this is the perfect night to say goodbye. And yes, I’ll miss you, too,” she finally admits.
“Wait for me,” I beg her. But she doesn’t reply anymore, she is hiding behind clouds. And It breaks my heart to think she is as sad as I am.
A few years ago, I rented a tiny tiny teeny-weeny apartment in the suburbs of Tokyo. It was nothing special, it wasn’t posh nor luxurious, but it was home. The light lingered in the windows a little longer during spring, and during the winter we made sure to be cozy and warm.