Here I am – it’s 8 o’clock on a rainy Sunday morning – waiting for my daughter to wake up and taking advantage of this brief period to write a post.

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Things are not doing quite so well and I know I have to act fast to stop them from snowballing further and deeper down the slope. So many things to do. So many courage to summon. So much faith to gather.

But with all these thoughts clouding my mind, working up my brain, it’s easy to feel claustrophobic and exhausted inside. I am not doing any physical work but I am worn out and breathless. I just want to rest and not think for a while. To stare at an open view, and let me my thoughts fly about and echo through the fields, or the trees, or the mountains. And let nature do the thinking for me.

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