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The Sugar in Your Lemonade

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They say the water is fresh, but it tastes like lava. Like an orange flame in the sky, torture souls in the ground. It is the water fountain at the edge of the road, cars and people going by, and no one is saying hi. It cries intoxicatingly, bleeding profusely for a clean bed, a beautiful skirt, and a clean underwear, but no one cares. Stinky feet marching through like soldiers in the battlefield, livid daylight testimonials pearcing through the book pages like a salad on the menu, rocks giving it a purpose to live. Shut up, they utter, anguish dribbling in her face we see, dry tears dripping through yesterday’s scars for today’s newspaper is heard on the loud speaker. It bleeds still, I see it, you see it, they see it but no one seem to care as it appears I can’t seem to stop the train from rolling through the mud but He can. So, we wait!

Sometimes, your soul just needs to be fed.

One Cold Sunday

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Carcavelos beach. Lisbon. 🇵🇹

Heaven, is like lounging on a soft towel, listening to the waves as it empties on the beach, inundated by a sea of rock starts like surfers, immersing yourself on the art brazing the wall and letting go, losing your spirit in the breeze that was one cold Sunday afternoon. And just how the script read.

The Super Flower Blood Moon

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Can’t believe I stayed up, looking out of my window, stepping outside sometimes, snapping photos for a whole four and plus hours, observing the great phenomenon that is an eclipse but I did. I spent all those hours camera and cell phone for videos in tow, going up and down the stairs, checking often for the latest change and how far the earth had moved.

In between, something espiritual happened. Creatures came by to pay their respects, frogs, insects, birds, one specific flying landing this close, staying long enough I was able to snap a picture or few, I have never seen it in my life and will have to do a little digging to learn more about it; traffic in and out the neighborhood; music playing in the middle of the night loud enough I could hear; neighbors calmly walking by, returning from their late jobs or an outing with their friends…. life otherwise going, on an evening when many were already sleeping, reading for the week.

There is something always gratifying, exhilarating, fun about witnessing a natural phenomenon. I just get a kick when I see mother nature in action. It brings me joy!