These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leaf-less root there is no less. Its nature is satisfied and it satisfies nature in all moments alike. There is no time to it. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.
...I wish I wrote that. Did I fool anyone to believe that I could enter into this blog with such delicacy of step? Or even just to think that I have roses under my window? For the record, I have cobblestones under my window. Its a street, in all its public sense, so sometimes, oftentimes, there's trash. Colorful, but no roses. Yet this is terrain of the imagination, where the poetic license transforms scaffolding into vicious vines.
What better way to begin my first attempt at blogging, something so personal, unique to my own life and thoughts, than to steal these beautiful words from my dear friend Ralph Waldo Emerson, defender of individual thought. In all honestly, at this point in his life, I don't think he'll say much. And isn't he lovely?
From this point on, I promise that all thoughts will be my own. Most. Most thoughts will be my own. Never had I imagined myself or had any interest to become a blogger, Iet’s say I've always been a closet thinker. Then for many years my writing has frankly gone into remission. But here I am, going public. Splish-splash. Tons of funs, guys...This is for you, Savia Bruta. For that crude sap that rises from the leaf-less roots to the leaf-bud bursting, making no reference to former roses or to better ones.
Yet before we all rise to leave, can I show my deepest gratitude to Maria Lujan, our graphic designer, photographer, business concept manager, hand-holder. You even let us take over your kitchen. Here is a thank you where it is very well deserved.