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i wake up at dawn most mornings lately
and every time i wonder what kind of
story awaits me today
when i get up in the dark barely opening
my eyes slowly stomping to the kitchen
for the first glass of water
washing my face dressing up a little bit
clumsily and setting food out of the
door i never know what kind of day i
will live through in the next 24 hours
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will the sleepy wandering be worth it or
perhaps i should have stayed in bed for
another hour or two
will the sunrise be beautiful
will the sky get covered in purple
clouds
every day is a new story and i simply
wake up to witness that story unfold
from the very beginning
perhaps the day will simply be gray and
bleak as it happens quite often this
time in winter
but even still i'm sure my silent lone
pandering said dawn will make yet
another beautiful memory
in winter i find it hard to be creative
my mind is always overfilled with
thoughts and worries as i glance and
bare carcasses of trees outside my
window with not a sign of life inside
winters are too long and it's easy to
enter the state of apathy
it feels like we live through winter in
a collective state of waiting when all
lives are put on paws and all we can do
is look forward to the eventual
awakening
this is why i find my solace in early
mornings
it's inevitable that life and creativity
will pour into your heart early at dawn
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this is when you see the sky change
colors from deep blue to bright orange
you are suddenly able to witness the
change real time
each winter morning is different and
we've come a long way from frosted
plains to mild warm february events
which promised the arrival of new season
soon
very soon
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so
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i noticed how different my life has
become
i always thought that i needed to have
one defined someone i want to become
that there needs to be one clear purpose
one clear skill one task i have to do in
life
but it always seems strange somehow very
needlessly confining
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my life is a collection of moments which
all combine into one story and the story
has chapters which constantly change
there are big tasks the main storyline i
live in and there are small things
little things which change constantly
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stories which one sunny afternoon turned
me into a bread baker kneading and
stretching glutinous ball of flour salt
and water into food which will last me
for the foreseeable week
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bread is something i used to buy at a
bakery near my apartment in london
the smell of freshly baked pastries and
breads permeated through the streets
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through a little window on the basement
floor you could see people kneading and
shaping the sourdough early in the
morning
i thought you need to be a baker to make
bread trained professional with strong
hands and a lot of patience
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and whilst that is true
i recently also found myself baking
unprofessionally so but exercising
patients i never knew i had before
waiting for bread to rise giving it time
to breathe and develop
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i also never thought of myself as a
gardener and whilst most of the time i'm
simply sowing seeds purely based on
intuition
i'm seeing little drops and daffodils
i've sewn in autumn peeking through the
ground
this is what i mean when i talk about
singular goals being needlessly
confining
there are things you can be and things
you can do as long as you're willing and
brave enough to try
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perhaps as humans we mistakenly think
that we need to be a master of one thing
which i find strange as there is an
entire world of things to learn and to
become all around
but then again it's not about what
society says or i say where anyone
really says is right
what is right for me may not be right
for you and that's the most beautiful
thing about life
each of us has our own story to tell
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so
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so
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i'm so fortunate to live near many
beautiful villages meadows and woods
that witnessing the change of seasons is
pretty easy to me
one day i stumbled upon new tree wood on
one of my countryside walks
most eerie dark and strange wood i've
ever come across to this day
i've read about these evergreen trees
every part of which as it appears are
deadly poisonous so much so that even
shakespeare wrote about them in macbeth
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one of the oldest longest lived tree
species in europe and in britain held
sacred by druids and symbolized death
and resurrection in celtic culture
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windshaken trees creaked and wept above
my head
i stood alone on a footpath mesmerized
and slightly scared
not a single frame captured to this day
on my camera transmits the eerie feel
and the beauty of this woodland
this made me think
how often do we take a photo of a
beautiful place and say that the camera
doesn't do the justice to his beauty
the magical woods or colorful sunsets or
mesmerizing landscapes
all of which strike us with their beauty
which we are so often unable to capture
through this tiny screen
it looked so much better in real life we
said to ourselves so many times
and then we go on judging our own looks
based on what we see on a photo or video
on that same screen not realizing that
we are no different than that
mesmerizing landscape the magical wood
or colorful sunset all the beauty and
the tiniest nuance of which we can only
see in reality looking directly with our
own eyes
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oh how much i would love to let you see
what i see not through the landsat point
in your direction
but in a moment
through my eyes