Hi everyone,
I hope you are well and adjusting to the recommendations your Government has set in place at this moment in time.
I woke up this morning with a wonderful inner peace in complete silence. We had a good storm yesterday, a northerly wind that can hit us hard here on our little island in the Mediterranean Sea, we call it Tramuntana. It really shakes us and there are times where it feels like we can drift out to sea.
Then when it calms down, we come out to look if there has been any damage or we had been careful enough with the way we have tied down the things we have outside.
And if we are lucky enough to not have any damages, by the things we can’t control, like fallen trees and broken branches.
At the moment all is calm and the forecast tells us that it is only a small break from the fury of the Tramuntana.
I went downstairs and fed my dog Rosi and watered my tomato plants and the new fruit trees I planted during lockdown. I felt the chill on my skin for the first time in months.
The Tramuntana has brought a new season.
When I was younger the change from summer to autumn could feel like an ending and now it feels more like a beginning. The beginning of the next natural part in the cycle of life.
I have lived for the last 7 years in Colombia where the change of season is almost unnoticeable. In Bogota we had what felt like eternal spring. I now cherish the changing seasons.
In Spring, nature wakes up and flowers are blooming, bees are humming and have mating rituals in my garden. In summer, the birds take care of their chicks, the fruit hangs heavy on the trees and smells sweet and juicy, and the bees are eating their part of the product they helped to produce.
Then the autumn. First a drop-in temperature and then leaves start falling. Soups are made to keep us warm and clothes like sweaters and jackets get pulled out of hiding.
The winter, the time for rest, getting ready for a new period of growth.
This rhythm of life carries on in spite of the crisis we are currently living; life still is going on and serves as an anchor to what is our norm. Which is my advice to you. Find the things that are a rhythm in your life. Something to hold onto as we ride out this storm.
A rhythm of life in your breathing, in your beating heart.
I hope you are as happy as you would like to be and remember it is free to be kind.
Ivalo