Hello again,
Here I am, like every month ... Quad
I started this post, did not know if this time might tell you something that might be interesting or could pursing something ... And after several attempts with the same result, I decided that maybe this time was not right time and gave me permission ... I gave permission to at least tell you.
I decided to choose , today was not going to write about nothing in particular and was just going to let the invisible ink to flow from my keyboard as you had today did not know what to write.
And I realized that the simple fact to choose, choose or not to write, made me feel good ...
... And I realized that it was writing
... ... And I realized that every day I wake up in the morning , is a day where I can choose writing ... writing ... no ...
... But how can you not write, when to each new day gives us a blank page where, since you wake up, start writing what you decide, you choose or you give permission?
And then if with each new day you have the option to choose what they want to write , why not write every day something beautiful?, why not write every day those small or large details that made you feel good?, those moments you spend with those people with whom you choose to be ...
Why not write a book when you reread your face then outline a smile, a laugh, or ... why not ... a tear ...?
able to choose which he would not write today, made me realize that I was writing something in that role invisible, which I thought today would not have words to reach your universe ...
Today is a new day, and today, before you, have a new sheet where you write what you choose ...
Only you can write the chapter today and decide to grant you permission to write much, or write a little ... chapter of action, love, or comedy ...
... Whatever you choose, be sure you will be a great chapter , an important chapter in this book that you write every day ...
I hope to read your book soon ... from my own page ... written from my own blank page.
Be happy.
Bruno.
www.psicoaching.es
Monday December 1, 2009
Posted by www.psicoaching.es
The truth is, until I talked to my friend, I was not aware of the bridges that had passed, the times they had gone back and forth, crossing and uncrossed bridges and more bridges, until the side of the bridge where I am now ... that could be very similar or perhaps even the same as that one day I left, but now, have walked through many bridges, I can see and feel differently ... Now, even the creek that passes under a murmur sounds different, I can feel the coolness of the water and the birds singing and smell the flowers ... I can enjoy more intensely on this side of the bridge ... knowing full well that few bridges crossing want to cross, I can always go back to that, my first bridge, that's who I'll never forget because it was the first let me cross over ... and you always want to meet me I can return to that place which once was where I started my way ...