Saludos apreciados lectores hoy doy vida y amor a mi Blog đź’– con una escritura que mi musa inquieta me impulso a escribir circundando entre la realidad y fantasĂa.
Un mantra que brota del mar
Ese sábado quise irme sola a la playa, hace mucho tiempo que no lo hacĂa, realmente es una experiencia mágica que disfruto a plenitud. Tome mi transporte y llegue a media tarde con unos pocos billetes, mi buen refrigerio y protector solar, realmente este paseo lo hice con toda la intenciĂłn de alejarme del bullicio citadino, al observar las carencias y angustias cotidianas por los problemas de salud, delincuencias, alza de los precios y el dĂłlar, factores alienantes para la sociedad, que roban la paz de todo el que bien y modestamente desea vivir.
AllĂ decidĂ caminar por la orilla de la playa de un extremo a otro jugueteando con las olas y arena que limpiaban mis pies. DespuĂ©s del recorrido me di cuenta que quedábamos pocas personas en el lugar, antes de que cayera completamente la tarde decidĂ sentarme en la orilla dejando que el agua del mar tocara la mitad mi cuerpo y mi vestido poroso que con suerte se secarĂa con la brisa marina impregnado de salitre.
AllĂ sentada con vista al horizonte disfrutaba del viento y mis ojos poco a poco fui cerrando para integrar aĂşn más aquel estado de plenitud y sosiego que mi alma deseaba desde hace rato. Por un instante solo sentĂ mi respiraciĂłn con un deseo de susurrar melodĂas surgidas desde mi interior, confundidas con el sonido del oleaje que cada vez era menos intenso.
Ese canto interior se convirtiĂł en un mantra intimo que vocalicĂ© suavemente en resonancia con cada parte de mi cuerpo, sintiĂ©ndome purificada y llena de vida. Poco a poco fui abriendo mis ojos sintiĂ©ndome integrada ante aquella magnificencia, recordándome que cada vez que deseara podrĂa volver para purificar mi ser.
Ya caĂda la tarde era el momento de volver a la ciudad, pero sentĂa nostalgia y una fuerza atrayente que me invitaba a quedarme, saquĂ© mi cámara para llevarme ese majestuoso instante del ocaso… y justo allĂ mientras tomaba mis impresiones escuchĂ© el canto hecho mantra que habĂa entonado minutos antes, ¡Juro por Dios no era yo quien cantaba! era el mar quien me lo devolvĂa.
Entre sollozos lo agradecĂ y me despedĂ, para ir hasta la parada y tomar el transporte de regreso a la ciudad. Al llegar a casa arreglándome y tomando la cena recordĂ© de nuevo la melodĂa marina que tanto bien me hizo ese dĂa, en ese estado de gozo como de costumbre antes de dormir revisĂ© mi telĂ©fono para atender las notificaciones, y por ultimo al revisar la galerĂa de fotografĂas pude visualizar con asombro y regocijo absoluto lo que me traje de aquella tarde de escape para mi paz.
¡He aquà quien me devolvió el mantra que rehabilito mi existencia la tarde de un sábado… la sirena que me trajo el mar!
Greetings dear readers, today I give life and love to my Blog đź’– with a writing that my restless muse pushed me to write circling between reality and fantasy.
A mantra that springs from the sea
That Saturday I wanted to go to the beach alone, it had been a long time since I had done it, it really is a magical experience that I enjoy to the fullest. I took my transportation and arrived in the afternoon with a few bills, my good snack and sunscreen, I really did this walk with every intention to get away from the bustle of the city, to observe the shortages and daily anguish due to health problems, crime, rising prices and the dollar, alienating factors for society, which steal the peace of all who well and modestly want to live.
There I decided to walk along the shore of the beach from one end to the other, playing with the waves and sand that cleaned my feet. After the tour I realized that there were few people left in the place, before the afternoon fell completely I decided to sit on the shore letting the sea water touch half of my body and my porous dress that hopefully would dry with the sea breeze impregnated with saltpeter.
Sitting there with a view of the horizon, I enjoyed the wind and my eyes gradually closed to integrate even more that state of fullness and tranquility that my soul had been longing for. For an instant I only felt my breathing with a desire to whisper melodies arising from within me, confused with the sound of the waves that were becoming less and less intense.
That inner song became an intimate mantra that I vocalized softly in resonance with every part of my body, feeling purified and full of life. Little by little I opened my eyes, feeling integrated before that magnificence, reminding me that whenever I wished I could return to purify my being.
By late afternoon it was time to return to the city, but I felt nostalgia and an attractive force that invited me to stay, I took out my camera to take that majestic moment of the sunset ... and right there while I took my impressions I heard the mantra song that I had sung minutes before, I swear to God it was not me who sang! it was the sea who returned it to me.
Between sobs I thanked him and said goodbye, to go to the bus stop and take the transport back to the city. Arriving home getting ready and having dinner I remembered again the marine melody that did me so much good that day, in that state of joy as usual before going to sleep I checked my phone to answer the notifications, and finally reviewing the photo gallery I could visualize with astonishment and absolute joy what I brought from that afternoon of escape for my peace.
Here is who gave me back the mantra that rehabilitated my existence on a Saturday afternoon... the mermaid that brought me the sea!
Todas las fotografĂas son de mi álbum personal editadas en PPT al igual que los separadores prediseñados bajo este mismo programa
All photographs are from my personal album edited in PPT as well as the pre-designed separators in the same program.