My inspiration has been upset these last few days.
It is a kind of restlessness that has overtaken me and distracted my attention.
I was about to give up this week, but I don’t know if by fate or chance, I came across an old notebook.
I started leafing through it, and well, in the absence of anything new, I’m sharing some of my notes from then.
“Love is like a passion, you feel different.” (my daughter at 10 years old.)
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“Everyone dreams of finding the love of their life, only I dreamed it more intensely.” (heard in a French film)
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“Mommy, when did you start to recognize your life?” (another philosophical question from my 11-year-old daughter) I’m still thinking about the answer.
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“To be right prematurely, is also to be wrong.” (I didn’t take note the source)
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“Life has spread everywhere, circling ever wider.” (Kogi mythology)
I apologize for this irrelevant collage found in my old notebook.
I hope that not only me, but an entire country, full of pride, will regain its inspiration.
And in the midst of these incoherent notes that I share today, I say:
Beloved freedom, I hope one day you will find us like a fresh breeze…!
Leonor Henríquez (Caracas, Venezuela) Civil Engineer by training (UCAB 1985), writer and apprentice poet by vocation. From her time in engineering emerged her Office Stories (1997), another way of seeing the corporate world. Her latest publications include reflections on grief, Hopecrumbs (2020) (www.hopecrumbs.com) and “The Adventures of Chispita” (2021) (www.chispita.ca) an allegory of life inside Mom’s belly.
Today she shares her “impulsive meditations” from Calgary, Canada, where she lives.
leonorcanada@gmail.com