"Talking to a stranger..." by Anabel Ciliberti, 31/03/2024
It personally happens to me a lot, sometimes we share things with strangers that we would not usually tell someone that we know already...
It could be someone you meet at the beach while walking with your dog, or at a restaurant next to your table, while you are sitting alone and having lunch in the company of yourself.
We all share something with one another, even private things, and usually, we are just listening or being listened to... There is no judgment at that moment; sometimes we identify with one another, and some other times we don't. But we still listen to each other.
There are a lot of lonely people in this world. Nowadays most people just turn to social media, dating apps, making friends apps, and so on...
We forgot about the fact that sometimes we can still meet people on the road, during our journey, without any cell phone or social media.
How did our grandparents meet when they were young and then fall in love ?? They just met !
Do we really need all these artificial tools to meet people, friends, or a significant other?
Since I put all of those 'tricky tools' down. I've rediscovered the pleasure of just meeting someone by 'accident'. Sometimes we exchange numbers, sometimes we don't, sometimes we hope to see that person again, and maybe we never will....
I'm still missing and longing for someone special whom I met a couple of months ago, I can't reach this person, I don't know where he is and who he is with, spending these Easter holidays, how...? I wish my heart could reach to him, and tell him: hey why don't we chat and meet for coffee one of these days ?
Sometimes maybe it is a blessing that we can't reach someone...?
I personally miss the use of letters, cards, or notes... I'm an old-school lady.
Today is Easter, these days have been super emotional for me, lots of things going on, life changes, that just needed to be made. Are being made and dealt with.
Sometimes we just need to put focus on ourselves and that's it, do you, doing me kind of attitude.
Today, Etienne and I still managed to enjoy our walk on the beach... just before it started raining...!
Now we are back at home and it's pouring down!
It's been a couple of months since I last saw him... Not always, but sometimes I think about him!
Sometimes I wonder if he is still living in Barcelona or he changed city or country?
Not all of us who come here, are here to stay...
I would like to make things better, but I don't if I'll be granted this wish.
I love looking at the rain outside, and me being under the blankets with my doggie and here I'm writing again!!!
Finally at last!
At the end of the day, it's always love that brings us back to the act of creation. I personally find writing very helpful to me and my personal emotional balance. It helps me balance my feelings out.
Lots of inner healing in this moment of my life, children, and art, usually make my day, along with the presence of my doggie: Etienne.
This month I saw very closely the death of some loved ones, I'm glad they are still alive, and nothing bad happened to them...!
But those moments were very tough! I'm still kind of processing all that has happened!
Some others have passed away...
There is always someone who leaves us and who stays, not everybody is meant to stay! Some people are only passing by, to teach us some sort of lesson or teachings, that we need to acknowledge.
During these days I feel some sort of love too around the air, there are many different sorts of love, but in the end, it's always LOVE.
I need to create, whether it's a painting, writing, or a drawing.
They say that love heals all wounds, self-love too!
And sometimes to heal, we need to cry too...
Nothing is forever and nothing is wasted!
Everything that we go through is part of what we need too!
It's been ages since I wanted to re-open a blog, and here I am, now finally doing it!
Yes :) !!!
The month ends today, and new beginnings are ahead!
Happy Easter everyone, wherever you are and with whom you ever are with!
With all my unconditional love to you!
Best,
Ana
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