Strawberries, Sky and Life

This morning when I got up, my husband informed me, that one of my strawberries (that I planted a week ago) has a little green berry on it. You wouldn’t believe how quick I ran to the garden, bare feeted, just to see the little green berry.
I was over flown with joy. My first strawberries are growing. I know this might sound silly to a person who lives in the city. I have eaten strawberries before and I love them. My little garden; which includes; Roses, Lavender, Tulips, Pumpkins (that haven’t grown yet), all sorts of herbs (still in seed format), and of course strawberries is symbolic. It’s a symbol of me finding myself, of me enjoying my life – doing what I like. Loving the place where I live, feeling at home.
Every night, when my husband goes to bed and my dog Charlie falls asleep on the settee, I start to write. Sometimes I write for my blog and sometimes I just write short stories that no one read yet, sometimes I type little e-mails. Whatever it is I make sure I enjoy myself. Sometimes when I wake up early enough I do it in the mornings as well. I enjoy the peace and calm of the house. Listening to the snores of my beloved boxer. Now I realize what my favorite writers were writing about in their books. I realize how important it is to find yourself, and how quickly afterwards everything falls into place. I love life! I wish that there were one reader of this article, who would find him/herself after reading this, because it is difficult. I know it is. We are little people pushed into little frames, called stereotypes. We rush through our life trying to prove that we are better than someone thought we are. We run so fast we don’t have time to look up at the sky.
Then I looked at the sky. In fact the most beautiful sky in the world. It is so beautiful blue with those pure white clouds. Not like sky anywhere else. The sky in Lithuania is always in one of the shades of gray, the sky in England is just lighter (and not right) blue, the sky in Paris or London is too smoggy, but here in Pyrenees it is simply beautiful and there is nothing you can do about it. I love lying down on the grass and watching the clouds go by. Giving them shapes and names. I like feeling the grass underneath me. It so fresh, and it smells beautiful. Then I love feeling the warmth of the sun on my body, or watching the sunrays escaping the clouds. Most of us; don’t have time, to just to lie down and watch the sky. We are always rushing somewhere being afraid to be late to live. Here I don’t rush. Sometimes my life stops completely for a day. I have the time and the opportunity to do these things, because I don’t have to worry about money, or catching the next train. My life won’t run away and I was (not so long time ago) so afraid of waking up one morning and realizing – why didn’t I slow down then, there was nowhere to run to…
Slow down, watch the show of the life! It is nice to be part of it, but sometimes you need to escape from the play. Look at the sky:

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