haha :)Tempos de muito introspeccao e pouca realidade.De onde vem a nossa energia?A nossa forca de agir?Reagir. Ir contra a mare. Contra a inercia.Obrigada pela paciencia. Sou complicada.Eu te amo. E sempre vou te amar.Aos outros-espelhos: eu sempre vou ama-los.Gilberto Gil. Mudanca da lente na introspeccao mistica - fica bem mais divertido.Esta nevando la fora....E por falar nisso... a aurora boreal aconteceu! Varias vezes. Dizem que foi o melhor ano nos ultimos 10 que tivemos tantas explosoes solares na mesma epoca. E eu estava justamente em uma das melhores regioes habitaveis do globo que proporcionava uma melhor visualizacao.Vi a chuva de meteoros da constelacao de Perseidas tambem! Lindo....O ceu sempre me fascinou! Quero poder aprender mais! E mais! E mais!(...)Fase de transicao SI-NIS-TRA !!! Doi demais sair do utero!(...) Ahhhhhha neve e linda... e o frio e intenso...Admiro as diferencas..."E vamo que vamo". Mal tomei folego e ja afundava mergulhando fundo de novo... Its been awhile now since I dont get so motivated like at this moment.I've been learning how to be in peace with myself. The very first step. And now with others.This opportunity is my destiny. I can feel it. Nothing is random. I am gonna make it. God is alive within us. Love, peace, the next is harmony and sincronicity. Being happy: Living the moment to the fullest. Being the difference that i want to see on Planet Earth. This is my faith.{{{{{{{ May God's will be done }}}}}}}~7k~Dignity. Integrity. Resilience. Force. Balance. Equilibrium. Loving myself.Strategy. Plans. Destiny. Roots. Work. Studies. Science. Success.~888~Uma arvore sem raiz nao fica de pe.{{{Positive Vibration}}}///Gratefulness _/|\_ Tempos de muita realidade e pouca instrospeccao mistica:como saborear a realidade da mesma forma e intensidade sem necessitar introspeccao?A primeira licao foi aprendida: AMOR.A segunda a ser aprendida a duras penas e a PAZ... tao importante.relevar..relevar...relevar.... elevar-se! Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkTo be or not to be, that is the question;Whether tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to tis a consummationDevoutly to be wishd. To die, to sleep;To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, theres the rub,For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause. Theres the respectThat makes calamity of so long life,For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,Thoppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely,The pangs of despised love, the laws delay,The insolence of office, and the spurnsThat patient merit of thunworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscovered country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the will,And makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied oer with the pale