by Elizabeth Nentcheva
“crying in the rain”
Why do people hate the rain?
Who decided that it's depressing?
What if we are looking
from the wrong perspective?
Nature also has emotions,
and it is so beautiful.
How nature can be happy, sad, furious -
and even lonely.
Why did we decided its tears
have to be seen as something bad?
What if nature is actually crying with you?
On bad days, when you need support.
What if nature is crying with you, for you?
And when you are happy?
What if nature cannot resist your happiness
and bursts into tears out of pride for you.
What if the rain is actually not that bad
And it all depends on our perspective?
The way we decide to see things
determines their value.
“charm in details”
Exactly when
the sky has its prettiest colours
you need to stop.
Even when in a rush
just stop for a second
and let your eyes
admire them.
Let your mind
explore them.
Let your memory
remember them.
Let your soul feel them.
The colours
that the sky chose today,
this exact blend,
is unique.
It will never be the same again,
and you were so close
to missing it.
And we all,
everyday,
are so close
to losing the unique things
that are happening around us.
all the time.
everyday.
And it’s such a loss
that we pay huge attention
only to the things
that don't deserve our energy,
time
and soul.
“light soul”
Even if you are in a rush
Stop and
look around,
calm your mind,
free your soul.
Give yourself a moment
of emptiness.
A moment only for you,
without any worries.
A moment to admire
what you happen to see
and be grateful.
Thank yourself,
for how far you have come,
for the journey you took
and for the one
that you will be choosing
from now on.
Be grateful,
for all the oppurtunities you had.
Take a deep breath,
refresh
and empower yourself
for the new ones that are coming.
Give yourself a moment
of calmness
and lightness
for the soul.
“shore’s perspective”
In those days when nothing feels right
Remember
Rocks wouldn't be that beautiful
if the waves weren’t hitting them,
if the salt wasn’t eating them,
if the wind wasn’t scratching them
or maybe it is because
the waves are hugging them
and the salt is kissing them
and the wind is dancing with them.
What if everything
that you think is torturing you
is actually shaping you,
and making you beautiful?