Another Friday morning in November and I already love the vibe it has. The weather is still friendly and leaves me time to adjust to the cold nights that follow. I hear the grounding beans that leave behind a fresh coffee smell, enchanting all the air in the kitchen, and inspires all of the five senses in me. Just milk, no sugar for my coffee, and gently stirring everything with soft gestures almost like the sweet kiss I give every morning to my baby. The fire that comes from the end of the cigarette hurries to burn to ashes everything, and thin smoke swirls in the air. It’s an angry dance moving upwards to the ceiling, with hypnotizing moves, trying to get my attention. But today is one of those days when I take my stirred coffee, and leave it to kiss my lips, with passion and desire, and not even the smoke can disturb me from my dream. My guts try to remind me that I can no longer hide the emotions, and the excitement it is seen in my eyes. Other stirrings, that made my night worth living. I am not anymore in the youth age to take a pill and memories would be gone, so that was even stranger…Right, the stranger…
“The usual comment from psychologists and psychiatrists was that it’s best not to encourage people to look at their dreams because they are liable to stir up problems for themselves.” Henry Reed
Moving on in a day with higher expectations can hurt my feelings for a moment, but the fine rousing fire that would soon warm me gives a little bit more hope. The sunrise touching my body with light gives inspiration and my day shall now begin. A thrilling adventure waits ahead and no one can stop what it was once been written in the stars. A new path opened and my way is an emotional journey with unbelievable sensations. A stimulating working environment let me see what is hidden from blunt eyes, and grey transform in colors the more I get in depths. I have the chance to share with excitement and highly affecting account of my experiences from the life that I escaped and never plan to return.
“More information is always better than less. When people know the reason things are happening, even if it’s bad news, they can adjust their expectations and react accordingly. Keeping people in the dark only serves to stir negative emotions.” Simon Sinek
I limited my expectations based on my knowledge and I could not ask for more because I didn’t know it was something more than that. I lived a decent life with everything I need it, and I wasn’t bothered by the schedules and the patterns. Keeping myself busy, never left me much time to think of what I truly desire. Stopping the time even for a moment was impossible because was never enough time even for all the chores. I knew would have to happen some big changes in order to see results. I always wondered if storms start from just stirrings or from the swirls? Stirrings have that much power to turn around strong winds and move them in a night, while swirls were just turning around in circles the same story. I didn’t have to wait for strong winds, was enough to a gentle turn in the perfect timing, and the wheel starts spinning for the good. Curiosity gives you ideas if doesn’t get you in trouble, but anyway it was worth trying to change my direction.
The new things come with unanticipated methods, and what I attracted was what I called a “magnetic stirring“. It was needed just a single boost for the engine to start working, and while it started was impossible to stop until everything was destroyed and it could only be seen the ruins were left behind. In the beginning, the speed was controlled easily, but as far it went, was impossible to stop what was about to happen. It went from calmness to madness in no time and rolling over and over the time around felt like was not even there. One moment the speed was constant in the swirl, but around, everything was speeding and nothing could be seen through the walls of fog and rain. After these intense moments, everything stopped, and all the heaviness dropped motionless on the ground. Everything was ruined and lost. It was not the time for grief, but time to get up and continue through the demolition around and build a better empire to last for a lifetime. Brick after brick, stone after stone, wall after wall, turned the ashes in a new beginning that no swirl or stir will be able to ever turn it down again.
“It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.” George Gissing
I welcome you to follow the tale of that young lady who learned that a stir can turn into a tornado, and a swirl is just a hypnotize illusion and none of them would bring her the peace she hoped for moving on…
….continue reading the rest of the tale in PART 24