Eran unas pocas palabras las que debía escribir, aquellos días de retiro, en un lugar alejado del ruido de la ciudad, de la tecnologías, y del urbanismo.
Dormíamos en carpas, hamacas, esterillas, las estrellas del cielo nos iluminaban y los animales nocturnos nos arrullaban.
El ejercicio era elegir un lugar a solas, y no conversar con nadie. Escribir, escribir sobre ti y hablar con Dios. Suena sencillo, pero mi mente quedó en blanco cuando tenia que escribir y descubrirme. Encerramos el corazón en una capsula para evitar que sentimientos que duelen salgan a relucir, recuerdos de la infancia, adolescencia que dejaron heridas que necesitan sanar.
Una suave brisa paso y la capsula se rompió, los sentimientos salieron y lo que eran unas pocas palabras se convirtieron en el primer ensayo que hacia sobre mi, había escrito muchos, aún lo hago, pero ninguno sobre mi, ninguno con Dios.
Muchos recuerdos tristes que fueron liberados, dejando un corazón liviano listo y preparado para recibir, para dar.
Cuando este corazón se llena de cargas otra vez, recuerdo el desierto y empiezo otra vez.
There were only a few words to write, those days of retreat, in a place far from the noise of the city, technology and urbanism.
We slept in tents, hammocks, mats, the stars in the sky illuminated us and the nocturnal animals lulled us to sleep.
The exercise was to choose a place alone, and not talk to anyone. Write, write about yourself and talk to God. It sounds simple, but my mind went blank when I had to write and discover myself. We lock our hearts in a capsule to keep painful feelings inside, memories from childhood, adolescence that left wounds that need to heal.
A gentle breeze passed and the capsule broke, the feelings came out and what were a few words became the first trial I had ever written about myself, I had written many, I still do, but none about myself, none with God.
Many sad memories were released, leaving a light heart ready and prepared to receive, to give.
When this heart is filled with burdens again, I remember the desert and I start over.
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Nice Story.
I hope this doesn't do the brain more harm than good?
Hello friend, sometimes you have to let go of little hurts that sometimes we didn't even know we were hurt, for example a greeting that never came, a hug, something we never dared to do or say, someone who doubted you, or offended you, even the gift you wanted and never got.
Other times the pain is stronger and the brain reminds us, but it is so strong that we do not want to feel it, and therefore, we do not tell anyone and we do not keep them, when we release that burden and recognize our pain the heart and the brain will be in harmony.
And harmony is peace.
Kisses!
Yeah, all you've said is true.
It's just the breakdown of what I should have written below my Zapfic.
Thanks for sharing such knowledge with me.
TGIF
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