When my father passed away, it was as if all the colors disappeared, and my life suddenly became a dark, hollow spot. Then many months later on a cold, gray winter morning day I jumped in an earlier bus in Ave du Parc. The bus driver was singing out loud, coming up with new, impromptu songs as we passed by streets and intersections, and passengers just started to smile and rejoice. I smiled, too. And that’s when I realized that sometimes we all just need to jump in a singing bus. Life is full of free, amazing little moments and in Le bus qui chante I try to share all those little miracles that sometimes just appear in my days.
imaginado por Carola @ | 10:17 a.m.
2 Comments:
hoy, revisando tu libro de las artes del fen chui, cai en cuenta que todo yo soi un desastre. gracias rumi.
- dormir, mínimo, a 50 cm del suelo
- no tener imágenes abstractas
- no dormir bajo una ventana
- no dar la espalda a una puerta
- tener cortinas
- bla bla bla
yo que creia que mi vida era un desastre porque soi conflictivo. bendito sea dios.
ay, es una maravilla cuando uno descubre que el desastre de su vida se puede arreglar aireando el feng y equilibrando el shui. Lástima cuando la cosa es más complicada, mmm
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