Just back from a week of chilling at the sun and swimming and reading and eating. Had a fabulous time, and i’m craving for more of it. More nature, more quiet time out of the city, more time enjoying simplicity.
Just before leaving, dad called to say he’s got exams at the hospital, and came back with bad news.
My heart is broken since. I’m hanging between darkness and the beauty that lies in hard moments: darkness as in moments where you just want to throw everything out at the window, and light as when you are grateful for a new connexion with the ones you love, a new level of sharing of who we really are and how we really feel.
Some day you wake up and realize there is just no time and space left for hiding.
Some news makes your heart so big, it’s hard to handle all the love and sadness all at once.