I read today in a silly book: “When you can’t write, doodle. When you can’t doodle, write.” I do believe one thing really helps the other. It’s like opening a tap and letting the thoughts flow however they flow.

If this was a piece of paper would be full of little drawings.

There’s a lot of stress in my household at this moment. 97% artificial and totally invented. Stress nonetheless and as I am dealing with it, I have to make a constant effort to remind myself to be grateful. We have such a great life in such a beautiful place! And the things that makes us so tired and so worried, are mostly so unimportant.

I haven’t found a feeling stronger than gratitude yet, and as I sit here, considering this mixed with all of our torments, I watch my tired love sleeping on a chair holding a book and a pen (which he was using to fiddle with), I can’t help but to feel grateful and to feel amazingly little.

“…We find ourselves on this remote planet in a remote corner of the universe, endowed with intelligence and self-awareness. We should not despair, but should humbly rejoice in making the most of these gifts, and celebrate our brief moment in the sun.” Lawrence M. Krauss.