Pieces of letters — “Dear friends, You are probably feeling the same. It has been a while since we have exchanged thoughts, and now I regret not having sent you news before. News that now seem irrelevant and insignificant, eclipsed by this… war… It is very difficult to write this word, a word that…

I feel like Sisyphus. Rolling the boulder all the way up the mountain only to see it roll all the way down the mountain. Again and again. Feeling like Sisyphus might not be that accurate, as it isn’t quite sure how he really felt. …

A snowy reflection — revisited — Yes, the visitor returned. As if it had heard my whining. Only now with a vengeance. It matched my mood, physical and mental. It had been a smooth ride for sometime, and then, suddenly, all changed again, reminding me of worse times when life hardly seemed worthwhile living. When old…

Early morning. The white mist intertwines with the barely visible frosty fields. It comforts me. It gives me the sensation of nothing to do, nowhere to go. Quietness. Tranquility. It also brings some kind of hope, expectation, that later, when it leaves, the sun will shine and show the path. …

A snowy reflection — It was a very welcome visitor, even if scarce of late. The white blanket, though shy, covered the landscape, roofs and tree tops, lawns and pavements. It was lovely. Cosy. And the acoustics as always, so warm, a kind of closeness as human friendship or a warm delicious hot chocolate. …

A projection into a future past — I have stopped dreaming a while ago. Maybe it is time to do it again. This exercise might help me explore positive images and wishes that on their turn, might help me feel better and even be able to define goals, ambitions. …

The other day I decided to explore a new path in the woods and see where it would lead me. To my huge surprise, after hiking up hill for just a few minutes, I reach a high point, at first nothing in sight, and then, suddenly, there it is. …

Crazily enough I’m back. I guess I feel quite safe or even glad and excited about this. I’m even smiling, which reminds me of when that mushroom made me smile. Actually more than smile, it was an explosive laughter, although moderately explosive. I’m an introvert, also when I am alone…

I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time: sharing, publishing my writing, stories, observations, experiences... I don’t know why. Something deep down impels me to do it and when it does, it feels good, a sensation of joy just as when a child is given a new toy…