words are spoken and moments are precious

words are spoken and moments are precious
collection from the beach

collection from the beach

just a bunch of pictures from my holidays. I wrote this post while I was sitting on the terrace at the seaside in Sardinia, Italy. I meant to post it right then, but I had a problem with my internet connection, so here it is more than a week later. I was sitting in the shade escaping from the hot sun. the sea in front of me was spectacular with all its beautiful colours and it was shimmering like a precious stone. I went on holidays with my mum. She’s over seventy and alone, we spent a relaxing week with lots of tales from her life before me. It’s strange and also completely natural how when we are young our parents bring us on holidays and then when they’re old it feels like we’re bringing them on holidays, right? Times goes by, words are spoken and moments are precious.

bright flowers on a hot day

bright flowers on a hot day

Sardinia

no need for words, right?

 

4 Comments

  1. A lovely post – my dad will shortly be 70, and for his 60th I took him to Japan, and a few times since – the tables do turn as you get older. I hope my son might one day do the same for me. Hope you had a great week!

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    • thank you so much Joanna!! You and your dad in Japan sounds like a great time!

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  2. Oh Mirta, this journal of yours is such a beautiful, soothing place. That’s it, I’m adding you to my sidebar RIGHT NOW. I plan a regular ‘favourite online places’ post as part of my recent blog relaunch and will feature you in the first edition x

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    • thank you so much Emma. I love the fact that you find this place soothing, because it’s exactly what I had in mind when I decided to have this little place. My intentions were to have a calm, intimate and soothing place where friends could gather, inspire and feel inspired, have a chat and share hearts.

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