There is a beautiful sunny day, this morning: the day is bright and it is Sunday! Yesterday I was walking in the park and I connected with my angel Enya who accompanied me in the steps and, in the vision of sky and trees, leaves and nature. Enya perhaps for me is not really a person but an energy and, the harder it is to reach, the more interesting it is because it is something not ordinary, out of the norm and "from the mass"; Something I feel.
Today is a beautiful day and... I would like with my heart and soul to fly to Ireland. The only journey to those places would probably not be magic but, to make everything magical would be what can happen or what happens in a place, it is not so much the place in itself and, for me, to approach in that dimension would be the hope of meeting that energy.
If it wasn’t for my fear of being sick, for the little endurance to the stress that I find myself, I would fly to Ireland looking for that glow that is able to make me feel at home, a real home, a world of which you are a part and where there is something beautiful... but for now (and who knows how much) I’m stuck here and, most likely, she doesn’t want to know about me. I couldn't reach her and so her life continues without me.
