Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Sanctum

Today I woke up at 6am - I always do. Sometimes I wake up earlier, but rarely later at the moment. Not entirely sure why this is, as the Spanish have these amazing shutters that cut out all forms of light, usually ensuring a good nights kip. So yes, at the moment my typical drill is to sit in bed with my breakfast and tea and listen to music for an hour whilst daydreaming and waiting for the sun to rise. However, this morning I decided to go out on a solo bicycle ride because  I fancied doing something a little different.

I ended up cycling to that magical place I mentioned earlier - my little sanctuary at the back of our house. It was an exquisite experience. Lots of little birds were darting about as the sun cast these slightly emaciated shadows across the path. There were a few Spanish about, including a lonely old man with his stick. I found him particularly enchanting. Although worn out, he was a valorous epicentre of energy, transmitting a frequency that appeared to be repeated across the fields. Every plant seemed to adopt his stance in empathy as he moved along the path. It was incredibly beautiful. 

Then there were the corn fields, which the farmers have started to harvest. Their bare stumps looked rather sad and as the smoke rose from somewhere at the back of the plot it looked like something from the First World War. 

And then of course, there was the heart of the Sanctuary itself - a mustering of majestic Poplar trees... Simply magic. For me this hits it on the head (first minute only) if you want to listen to something whilst looking.

'Senescencia' 



' La Masacre '




'La trinchera' 



' La Masacre '



' La Masacre '




' El Humo '


' El humo'



' La terra y las nubes'


' Doblado' 




' El Santuario '



' La fisura '


' El Santuario '



' La fisura '



' El camino'

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