A Conversation with my Thoughts

When I delight in the spice of life, I observe with special attention the events that renew my existence. I let go of all that which has already been transformed. I experience the woman, the little girl, that hugs me and leaps up and down with joy. I’m once again a soul that explores the world and its sounds; Those same sounds that take me to other worlds.

I’m grateful for every step my feet take, at times unsure of themselves and at others so powerful that when I’m on their journey I don’t believe I can reach the destination. At once, those same steps take me, with certainty, through paths previously trodden and once lived. Their purpose is inexplicable yet intrinsically certain in every cell that vibrates and resonates throughout the universe.

It’s for this very reason that everything takes a route that I don’t recognize, which fluctuates with each passing day, and that brings with each breath new hopes, longings and observations in order to reinvent this experience and see the changes of this body in which I inhabit; accepting with love that which was bestowed on me while I lived in it. And to know that in the eyes of the soul, everything transcends and only eternity is real.

The view is lost among the trees’ leaves which move with a natural impudence. I hand over my emotions of an ancestral sadness; From whence it detached, I don’t know. It blurs before the majesty of the wind dance that is felt without being seen. It’s in this instance that I recognize that I have faith and that we are all accompanied by the entities from other realities that cover and encourage.

The path of existence continues. Distractions are minimal, yet they are part of the joy and grace of feeling needed and useful in this terrestrial space that functions in this manner. Within this space, meanwhile, I submerge myself in the sounds of birds, tree leaves, letters once read and views lost that speak as I do with their thoughts.

Monica Fuquen

July 31st 2017