Mandame una senal

Hay veces que la vida nos da momentos que nos hacen parar en nuestras huellas, momentos en los que necesitamos esas pocas o muchas palabras de apoyo y amor. Momentos, en los cuales muchas veces lo unico que nos queda decir es- 'Mandame una senal' o hay que esperar para lo que tiene que venir.
There is a certain trust we place in life and a certain faith we have in ourselves and in our path that it becomes even more apparent in moments that cause us to freeze in our tracks or question the very tracks that have gotten us to this place to begin with.
The sun has officially announced it's vacation and has taken off for greener pastures and less wet environments, meanwhile the clouds have taken reign over the skies claiming all territories left behind by the sun as their own, and even today while I saw a sliver of the moon trying to fight back and show her lovely bright light, I saw for a split second the clouds take over the moon as well, engulfing around her in their mission of gray and gloom. So it's official- winter is here, and with it the hermits of London begin to shed their partying skin and homes become shelters from the cold and rooms become pods in which to hide away.
I bought myself some fresh flowers this weekend at portobello market to try and remind myself of the bright and cheerful exteriors that exist in our world and so far it has worked, although my purple flowers (not sure of the name) I'm sure Ash would know- anyway they seem to have wilted a bit faster than the pink geraniums I believe is what they are.. perhaps it's because the cute vase I bought at the antique market in which I placed the purple flowers used to be hundreds of years ago a container for poison.. but surely all the poison's gone from the bottle and the flowers should live on happy and bright- perhaps the purple flowers being closest to my bed, and closest to me come nightfall are simply reflecting my own hermit mood and this wilting feeling of succumbing to yet another winter.. but like most things in life- there is always a bright side, and in the while my pink flowers certainly provide this on top of my pink desk- the brighter side even is the travelling that shortly will meet my passport and the new stamps that will join the other 110 to create a collage of experiences never to be forgotten and memories that will live on within those who share them with me. I am so blessed to have the opportunity to look upon the bright side of what is to come.. for me that begins this Friday and will hopefully continue on until the last weekend I am here. It's no secret that my return back home has been a long time coming.. while most people expected me home in May, and most people were disappointed that I decided to stay back, this time it feels right. This time, I know that the time has come and the experiences I will have had up until December 19th will confirm that I am ready to go back to a settled (or more settled) lifestyle. To discover new things about my favorite city in the US as an adult living there as opposed to a teenager so many years ago. To start my life in a new direction chosen by me and the things I want to accomplish, to hold on to that eager new feeling of experiences had for the very first time. To pause in pure appreciation for a life that has been a long time coming, and a life that could not have happened had I not gone through all that I did to get there. And I know that the only sign I need is the one within my heart, the one that assures me that everything will end up ok and that I will end up on the path towards the journey that I was meant to take. I am confident in that feeling and I am sure that as my purple flowers wilt and my pink ones bloom, the only flowers that matter- are the ones as the quote in this blog state as I remember..."Do not stop and pick flowers to keep them, but walk and walk, because flowers keep themselves blooming throughout your journey" - Tagore.