Missus Bounty Basket

 Silencing my mind this morning.  Being still while the AC hums in the background. It's Sunday and I thought my scheduled draft is ready but there's none. So here I am doing my post on my phone instead of using my desktop.  Or I can just leave it for next week...But if I want something to change in my routine and give my brain the push and exercise it create another pathway. I am a midlifer. A semi empty nester. A creative being who is resetting and upgrading her life. Not in a fancy way. But rather in a quiet and not so steady pace. I am awakening that adventurous, curious and bold spirit in me. A lot of work but I don't want to give up. The 5 year old in me is waiting. She is excited to finally see the midlifer does her thing with boldness and love for life. 

The 100 CHF question has kept bugging me ever since I started blogging years ago. This is also the reason why I fell off the wagon so many times. Today, as I scheduled my writing and posting, I decided that continuing to write just for the sake of writing and following the schedule I have set for myself will suffice. It is enough for me, even without a reader. My plan is mainly to write and learn to express my thoughts. Write longer than 10 lines and insert the pictures that I have taken from our travels, my garden, here and there.  It's because of blogging that I was able to learn some HTML stuff. Because of writing here, I was able to discover a lot of things. Authors, podcasts, books to read, and what a joy it is to learn. Writing...What's good about this is that for as long as I write, I have this feeling of being a researcher, a storyteller, and a real writer. While I type, I have this beautiful sensation of being someone else, detached from myself as a Nanay-someone who i...

  Maybe it was the coffee... This urge to write once more, typing my thoughts. I had two biscotti. Carlo came home from the barber's. The wind, greens, woodpecker. My potted pink ranunculus has 5 flowers now. Still in my bathrobe. Need to continue with my sowing. 7 lines last April and did not post it. I am now on a quest to publish every saved post here, however short it may be. The most important thing is to put this out into the universe. The idea is to let go of everything here and not be kept hidden. To be braver and not to expect anything in return, but rather share my thoughts. This is a baby step toward being more outspoken. Not keeping everything inside my heart and head.  On to the next one.

 37° C. This was a few days ago, and today it seems to be 2° or maybe 3° lower. I am already thinking of ways to keep our home cooler for next year. Though I grew up in a tropical country, our summer wasn't like this.  I grew up near a mini forest; I was oblivious to the heat. There were trees everywhere, where we could climb and eat fruits, the summer breeze gently caressing our young faces.  And the river, where we bathed and did our laundry, when the water was still abundant and belonged to everyone who wanted to enjoy nature at its finest. It felt like nothing would cause change, but here we are. Feeling and experiencing Mother Nature's fury.                                                         Presently, my family and I live near a river in an area where trees surround us.  And with this summer heat, the early morning bre...