Guest Post by Bettina Perroni (Bettina's been MIA for awhile. She's back now, and it's all good!)
I recognize this place, is good to be back, to this life that has been designed on my own image. It's nice to come and see that the words are not gone. On the contrary, are still alive, dancing in the environment and the change of order gives another meaning to my voice. That is how I recover a fundamental part of my existence: writing.
It feels good to get home. It feels good to breathe the scent of apples, read messages left under the door, feel occasionally glances in the morning ... walk barefoot, and also be reflected again on this old mirror but with a new smile.
My photos, my small trophies, my major incidents, everything makes me so happy.
No matter how far a pilgrim walks, he will never forget his land. That`s how we act, running through the distance to find at home what we could not find somewhere else. I know what it means to me. This is the perfect retreat (my blog) to start celebrating the miracles of everyday.
There are many things to say,
Still many things to offer
Although in my territory there is always a risk of a spontaneously co- existence, because I cannot afford to be fragile to the morbid, nor weak against insecurity.
There's No Place Like HOME!