quarta-feira, 8 de maio de 2019

FLOWING COLOURS


SEASON OF ALL SEASONS

     The Persistent Cloud finished her resting moments close to the top of the Friendly Mountain and came down to the garden by the sea. Everything was quiet and peaceful, the sun was shining and the breeze was as soft as it can be. It was a perfect day just to be alive and breathing with the soul. She couldn’t see immediately the Little Bird, the Tiny Ant and the Luminous Woman but she knew they were somewhere close as usual. 
     Oh, there are voices under those trees! It seems there’s some kind of disagreement. The Persistent Cloud came down in her most thin shape almost touching the top of the trees. 
     ─ What, Cloud, you too?! It seems that today we won’t be able of doing any decent work! – The Tiny Ant exclaimed a little bit irritated. 
     ─ What are you talking about, little one? I don’t intend to disturb, I was just curious about what is going on here, I heard the voices and… If I can help, I’ll be delighted… ─ the Persistent Cloud said gently. 
     ─ I’m not sure that you can help! We don’t even know for sure what’s going on. It seems even the breeze is against us… We were just cleaning the trees from the old leaves but each time we pick a single leaf the breeze comes and puts it back where it was, either it is on the ground or on a tree’s branch. So after hours of cleaning it seems that everything remains the same. ─ The Little Bird tried to explain. 
     ─ A strange behaviour indeed! I never saw the breeze do such a thing before. Are you sure it’s the breeze? – The Persistent Cloud asked. 
     ─ Well, it feels like the breeze, only it seems to have hands and arms and even mouth. Just a moment ago I heard a voice saying while a leaf was returning to a branch: “Let the trees go old! Let the trees grow new!” And then, even if we try to pick that same leaf again from the tree, we won’t be able of doing it because it’s completely stuck there as if it was born there now, strong as all new life is. ─ The Tiny Ant explained with more details. 
     ─ Well, that doesn’t seem completely bad to me! It seems that it’s only Spring doing her job – The persistent Cloud confessed. 
     ─ That’s what I thought at first. But then I thought “Why should Spring be different this year? Because last Winter was a different one too? Because too many old leaves stood hanging on the branches as if they didn’t want to get away and allow new leaves to grow? But if it is so, why doesn’t Spring do only what she usually does. She brings some rain and wind, cleans all the trees and covers them with new leaves and flowers?” ─ The Little Bird revealed her thoughts. 
     ─ Well perhaps there’s more ways of renewal than the usual. Perhaps this is a new one. After all, I always felt sad each Autumn when I saw all the leaves falling to not return anymore. I always thought that a true renewal should keep each thing where it was, just healing and changing what had to be changed and bring new pieces of life. This way nothing would be lost, the same old things would gain new life and new things would just come to join the old ones. Can you imagine a tree with the colours of all seasons on it? And can you imagine the Season of All Seasons, the season when all seasons join and you have old red-yellow-orange leaves mixed with green ones, blooming flowers and new fruits growing together? ─ The Luminous Woman said as if she was painting a beautiful scenery, ready to rise before their eyes. 
     ─ You know one thing, Luminous? I think you are completely right. I think we are worrying about nothing. Now, looking again, I think that’s exactly what’s happening here. I think the garden is offering us a new gift and we didn’t even notice! ─ The Little Bird said joyfully. 
     ─ You’re right, Birdie! Look at this tree here, one that we didn’t touch at all. She’s just living and growing in a completely and free way. I can see small buds starting to bloom… And look at that one over there… There’s already some new fruits, growing together with all the leaves and blooming flowers. ─ The Tiny Ant pointed out with a big smile in her face. 
     ─ I really like this new Spring! This is the Season of All Seasons! And the breeze is helping the new magic after all! ─ The Persistent Cloud concluded. 
     When they were all beholding the beautiful scenery of the new season the Restless Rider arrived suddenly. 
     ─ What’s going on here, principessa? I was looking for you all around. ─ The Restless Rider asked almost out of breath. 
     ─ Can’t you see? Feel the magic! ─ The Persistent Cloud invited. 
     And the Restless Rider joined the meeting and stood there blowing gently. 

São Ludovino, 21/4/2018

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 Channels of Life, photography by São Ludovino.

 Channels of Life, photography by São Ludovino.

Channels of Life, photography by São Ludovino.

Wonder Journey II, drawing by São Ludovino.

Wonder Journey IV, drawing by São Ludovino.

Waves, drawing by São Ludovino.

Trees' Guardian, drawing by São Ludovino.

 Let it flow, photography by São Ludovino.

 Let it flow, photography by São Ludovino.

 Let it flow, photography by São Ludovino.

 Night beholder, photography by São Ludovino.

 Along a single second, photography by São Ludovino.

 Along a single second, photography by São Ludovino.

 Along a single second, photography by São Ludovino.

 Along a single second, photography by São Ludovino.

 Along a single second, photography by São Ludovino.

 Along a single second, photography by São Ludovino.

 Two hearts of Light, photography by São Ludovino.

 Growing Arms, photography by São Ludovino.

  Where Infinite Grows, photography by São Ludovino.

 Where Infinite Grows, photography by São Ludovino.

Where Infinite Grows, photography by São Ludovino.


 Natural Companions, photography by São Ludovino.

 Protected by the Wild, photography by São Ludovino.

Wind Language, photography by São Ludovino.

 No walls will stop him, photography by São Ludovino.

Feeling colourful, photography by São Ludovino.

 Night & Day, photography by São Ludovino.

 Singing the Blues, photography by São Ludovino.

 Even in a cloudy day, photography by São Ludovino.

 Through the night, photography by São Ludovino.

 Through the night, photography by São Ludovino.

Through the night, photography by São Ludovino.


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