Eve's Silence 🌟

Today, a rarity: I woke up without inspiration.

I stopped everything and observed my surroundings. When this happens, I feel a stirring inside me, as if something were about to be born. But, incredibly, nothing happened. Only a profound silence remained. My light didn't vibrate, and I felt confused and sad.

So I decided to write about what's happening now, inside me. Thoughts want to manifest, and I struggle to keep my light steady, like the waves of the sea that, when they become a powerful tsunami, wash away the sands of the beach and carry everything from within us.

Perhaps it's because today precedes the prelude to Christmas. An immense anxiety arises, full of eternal memories. I see myself as a child, walking around the house, searching for something new, ready to pull off a special mischief. Yes, I was mischief personified in childhood.

In truth, what I truly want is to offer you, my dear readers, something that will remain treasured in each of your hearts and minds. For when we give something good, we plant fragrant flowers of joy and tenderness in the garden of memory. I am not God, but He dwells within me, every day.