"With the windows all closed, I'll be doing my best and I'll see you soon"

Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos. Mas para isso, é preciso  a preparação, hibernar, aceitar, recolher-se. 

{catterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you'll be}

"Muitos temores nascem do cansaço e da solidão. Descompasso, desperdício"

"Many fears come from tiredness and loneliness. Unsteadiness in keeping time. Waste of time"

Wild GeeseYou do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
--Mary Oliver, Dream Work