The 2021 greeting and the arrival of 2022 this year saw several fireworks and lanterns rising in the sky as the numbers of a pandemic, mysterious to me, rise again, again!
New Year's Eve is not a period that I particularly like, indeed I always perceive tensions and mischief. It opens a new year presented by cost increases, new limitations on people's freedoms both economically and practically and at work... thinking about it well also in the medical field.
We find ourselves in the modern time of robots, of computer threats, of political dominance over people's lives. Period of pandemic, censorship and suppression of dreams, possibilities and love that seek to keep away from hugs and contacts. I wonder (or sometimes feel) if this is not exploited.
The loneliness that I had before may be even stronger and present in this difficult modern journey or at least its perception is kindled even though we can always be in contact with the universe and magical energies.
It's been a time when my stomach is fighting against me, he's not well either, and with him my head is tired.
It'll change, this bad time will change for the better eventually.
