If You Were Born Without Wings, Do Nothing To Prevent Them From Growing.

The words with which a child’s heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

Minus 24 degrees! It is not that I do not like winter; I love how the snow creates a cold, sheltering bed for the flowers and transforms familiar lands into an unknown world. I admire the fragile beauty of snowflakes and ice crystals…each one unique. I try to follow Mother Earth´s advice that this is a time of silence, profundity and introspection. But to be honest, when it is really cold I appreciate a nice tea, some candles and prefer to observe the winter wonderland from inside my cozy home. 

Last night I decided to brave the cold and go out early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Well, the sunrise was hidden behind dense fog, but the scenery still was incredibly beautiful. I love the light in the early mornings, it somehow is a time between time and this morning it was even more special, I think because of the icy temperatures. The air was fresh and pure and the colours seemed to shine from the inside…sometimes it is difficult to find suitable words to honor the beauty of Nature. 

You must see with eyes unclouded by hate. See the good in that which is evil, and the evil in that which is good. Pledge yourself to neither side, but vow instead to preserve the balance that exists between the two.

Hayao Miyazaki

It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts

William Shakespeare

Learn character from trees, values from roots, and change from leaves.

Tasneem Hameed

The wild is where you find it, not in some distant world relegated to a nostalgic past or an idealized future; its presence is not black or white, bad or good, corrupted or innocent... We are of that nature, not apart from it. We survive because of it, not instead of it.

"Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn - that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness - that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” 🍂

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness 🍃