That thing for color combination, for style, for design was in me since I was little. I would observe everything and then tried to reproduce it at home with what I had available. But then, God popped a question. “What are you going to do about it?” He asked. We are given gifts to serve… Continue reading Knitted With a Purpose. Part II.
I’ve always been into color combination. When I was little, everybody at school would have long conversations about the Baby Looney Tunes, cause they were so cool. I couldn’t jump in the conversation though –cause I didn’t watch it. Why? Cause the color combinations were awful–I couldn’t stand pastels or purple with yellow or not very styled cartoons. Seriously, what… Continue reading Knitted With a Purpose. Part I.
There’s a motto for this generation, “Do what you please when you please, as you please.” And it sounds good. Today like never before, the world’s chanting a unison tune of apparent emancipation. Emancipation from what? Just like a pair of eyes were opened when Adam and Eve realized they were naked and they thought they needed… Continue reading The Freedom Generation
Sat on a comfy couch this morning I was going through some old photographs; I went down the memory lane, as they say. I saw a girl smiling. I saw a girl with a whirlwind of laughter in her inner world. A mild smile in the picture. Teeth showing. My mind couldn’t help but wonder… Continue reading Why Not Show Who You Really Are?
Era casi media noche en la estación en París. El sol todavía estaba trabajando y la estación estaba colmada de cientos de humanos trabajadores que esperaban llegar al calor de su hogar. El tren ya se había demorado demasiado, y yo me preguntaba si en algún momento me subiría al vagón de vuelta hacia mi… Continue reading Espero. Corro. Me pierdo.
It was almost midnight at the station in Paris. The sun was still working and the station was crowded with hundreds of hard–working humans wanting to come to the warmth of their homes. The train had already took so ling and I was wondering if I would ever catch a car back to my small… Continue reading I Wait. I Rush. I’m Lost
A little child whose imagination led him to create a world where animals talked and armed knights hid inside the wardrobe. A boy who grew up surrounded by books and words and authors, and created a world to himself. A man who has been recognized as one of the greatest writers of the 20th century,… Continue reading Book Recommendstion -C. S. Lewis
Desperté temprano aquella mañana, estiré mis adormecidos músculos y salí a correr. El sol brillaba con fulgor, y el viento frío rozaba mis mejillas. Volví a casa justo al tiempo del desayuno. Mi plato se colmó rápidamente de yogurt con granola, y la cafetera comenzó a trabajar. El día iniciaría pronto y necesitaba tomar unos… Continue reading La espera indefinida
I woke up early that morning, stretched my numb muscles and went out for a run. The sun was shinning bright and the wind was cold on my cheeks. I came back home and it was time for breakfast. Yoghurt and granola was quickly served on my plate and the coffee maker started to work.… Continue reading Waiting Indefinitely
A breathtaking journey toward a life of meaning. A brave memoir. A vulnerable narrative of a life assailed by fear; saved by love. Rebekah Lyons share her life walk with anxiety, living in a hectic city that never rests and demands much. A life in New York City may be a dream for many. The… Continue reading Book Recommendation- Rebekah Lyons